hope to wrest this old man’s living power from his own living hands? Only a fool would try it. Say he were pinioned even; knotted all over with ropes and hawsers; chained down to ring-bolts on this cabin floor; he would be more hideous than a caged tiger, then. I could not endure the sight; could not possibly fly his howlings; all comfort, sleep itself, inestimable reason would leave me on the long intolerable voyage. What, then, remains? The land is hundreds of leagues away, and locked Japan the nearest. I stand alone here upon an open sea, with two oceans and a whole continent between me and law.⁠—Aye, aye, ’tis so.⁠—Is heaven a murderer when its lightning strikes a would-be murderer in his bed, tindering sheets and skin together?⁠—And would I be a murderer, then, if”⁠—and slowly, stealthily, and half sideways looking, he placed the loaded musket’s end against the door.