"Who and what sort of man is this Captain?" said he.
"He is the Devil," said I. And I told him what had passed between us.
He laughed loud when I spoke of the duck-pond--so loud that I feared we
should be heard.
"Oh," said he, when the tale was done, "that settles it."
"Settles what?" I asked.
"I mean," said he, "that I think I shall slay him."
And with that we parted, he back to the house, I, dismally enough, to
London.