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This
question
embarrassed
me
,
for
certainly
Captain
Farragut
might
not
have
hesitated
.
He
might
have
thought
it
his
duty
to
destroy
a
contrivance
of
this
kind
,
as
he
would
a
gigantic
narwhal
.
"
You
understand
then
,
sir
,
"
continued
the
stranger
,
"
that
I
have
the
right
to
treat
you
as
enemies
?
"
I
answered
nothing
,
purposely
.
For
what
good
would
it
be
to
discuss
such
a
proposition
,
when
force
could
destroy
the
best
arguments
?
"
I
have
hesitated
some
time
,
"
continued
the
commander
;
"
nothing
obliged
me
to
show
you
hospitality
.
If
I
chose
to
separate
myself
from
you
,
I
should
have
no
interest
in
seeing
you
again
;
I
could
place
you
upon
the
deck
of
this
vessel
which
has
served
you
as
a
refuge
,
I
could
sink
beneath
the
waters
,
and
forget
that
you
had
ever
existed
.
Would
not
that
be
my
right
?
"
"
It
might
be
the
right
of
a
savage
,
"
I
answered
,
"
but
not
that
of
a
civilised
man
.
"
"
Professor
,
"
replied
the
commander
,
quickly
,
"
I
am
not
what
you
call
a
civilised
man
!
I
have
done
with
society
entirely
,
for
reasons
which
I
alone
have
the
right
of
appreciating
.
I
do
not
,
therefore
,
obey
its
laws
,
and
I
desire
you
never
to
allude
to
them
before
me
again
!
"
This
was
said
plainly
.
A
flash
of
anger
and
disdain
kindled
in
the
eyes
of
the
Unknown
,
and
I
had
a
glimpse
of
a
terrible
past
in
the
life
of
this
man
.
Not
only
had
he
put
himself
beyond
the
pale
of
human
laws
,
but
he
had
made
himself
independent
of
them
,
free
in
the
strictest
acceptation
of
the
word
,
quite
beyond
their
reach
!
Who
then
would
dare
to
pursue
him
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
,
when
,
on
its
surface
,
he
defied
all
attempts
made
against
him
?
What
vessel
could
resist
the
shock
of
his
submarine
monitor
?
What
cuirass
,
however
thick
,
could
withstand
the
blows
of
his
spur
?
No
man
could
demand
from
him
an
account
of
his
actions
;
God
,
if
he
believed
in
one
--
his
conscience
,
if
he
had
one
--
were
the
sole
judges
to
whom
he
was
answerable
.
These
reflections
crossed
my
mind
rapidly
,
whilst
the
stranger
personage
was
silent
,
absorbed
,
and
as
if
wrapped
up
in
himself
.
I
regarded
him
with
fear
mingled
with
interest
,
as
,
doubtless
,
OEdiphus
regarded
the
Sphinx
.
