“Look here,” I began, turning to the captain.

“Overboard!” said the captain. “This ship aint for beasts and cannibals and worse than beasts, anymore. Overboard you go, Mister Shut-up. If they can’t have you, you goes overboard. But, anyhow, you go⁠—with your friends. I’ve done with this blessed island forevermore, amen! I’ve had enough of it.”

“But, Montgomery,” I appealed.

He distorted his lower lip, and nodded his head hopelessly at the grey-haired man beside him, to indicate his powerlessness to help me.

“I’ll see to you , presently,” said the captain.