Mess Lethierry would not give way. He would no more be stopped by a rearing wave than by a quarrelsome neighbor. What he said was said; what he planned to do was done. He would not bend before an objection nor before a storm at sea. For him the word no did not exist, either in the mouth of a man or the rumbling of a thundercloud. He pressed on regardless. He would take no refusals. Hence his obstinacy in life and his intrepidity on the ocean.
