The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket the Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket

A strong hand held him on the cabin floor, with a tight grasp upon his throat–still he was able to see what was going on around him. His father was tied hand and foot, and lying along the steps of the companion-way with his head down, and a deep wound in the forehead, from which the blood was flowing in a continued stream. He spoke not a word, and was apparently dying. Over him stood the first mate, eying him with an expression of fiendish derision, and deliberately searching his pockets, from which he presently drew forth a large wallet and a chronometer.