e stood staring on each other and with the dead
man sprawling betwixt us.

CHAPTER XLIV

HOW I HAD SPEECH WITH ROGER TRESSADY TO MY UNDOING

For maybe a full minute we fronted each other unmoving and with never a
word; and thus at last I beheld this man Tressady.

A tall, lusty fellow, square of face and with pale eyes beneath a jut
of shaggy brow. A vivid neckerchief was twisted about his head and in
his hairy ears swung great gold rings; his powerful right hand was
clenched to knotted fist, in place of his left glittered the deadly
hook.

"Sink me!" says he at last, drawing clenched fist across his brow,
"Sink me, but ye gave me a turn, my lord! Took ye for a ghost, I did,
the ghost of a shipmate o' mine, one as do lie buried yonder, nought
but poor bones--aye, rotten bones--as this will be soon!" Here he
spurned the dead man with his foot. "'Tis black rogue this, my lord,
one as would ha' made worm's-meat o' poor Tressady--aye, a lump o'
murdered clay like my shipmate Bartlemy yonder--but for this Silver
Woman o' mine!" Here he stooped for the dagger, and having cleaned it
in the sand, held it towards me upon his open palm: "Aha, here's woman
hath never failed me yet! She's faithful and true, friend, faithful
and true, this Silver Woman o' mine. But 'tis an ill world, my master,
and full o' bloody rogues like this sly dog as stole ashore to murder
me--the fool! O 'tis a black and bloody world."

"So it is!" quoth I, 'twixt shut teeth, "And all the worse for the
likes o' you, Roger Tressady!"

"So ho--he knoweth my name then!" says Tressady, rubbing shaven chin
with silver dagger-hilt and viewing me with his pale, keen gaze: "But
do I know him now--do I?"

"I know you for pirate and damned murderer, Roger Tressady, so shall
you quit this island this very hour or stay here to rot along with
Bartlemy and Red Andy!"

Now at this (and all careless of my pistol) he drew a slow pace nearer,
great head out-thrust, peering.

"Why," says he at last, "why--bleed me! If--if it aren't--aye
'tis--Martin! Why for sure 'tis my bonnet Marty as saved my skin time
and again aboard the 'Faithful Friend!' Though ye go mighty fine, lad,
mighty fine! But good luck t'ye and a fair wind, say I!" And
thrusting the dagger into his girdle he nodded mighty affable. "But
look'ee now, Marty, here's me wishing ye well and you wi' a barker in
your fist, 'tis no fashion to greet a shipmate, I'm thinking."

"Enough wor