At the
same time he observed (or so believed) an expression in his face--a
combination of the unnatural excitement he had shown all day, with a
wild hatred and fear--which might have rendered a wolf a less terrible
companion.
He uttered an involuntary exclamation, and called to the driver, who
brought his horses to a stop with all speed.
It could hardly have been as he supposed, for although he had not taken
his eyes off his companion, and had not seen him move, he sat reclining
in his corner as before.
'What's the matter?' said Jonas. 'Is that your general way of waking out
of your sleep?'
'I could swear,' returned the other, 'that I have not closed my eyes!'
'When you have sworn it,' said Jonas, composedly, 'we had better go on
again, if you have only stopped for that.'
He uncorked the bottle with the help of his teeth; and putting it to his
lips, took a long draught.
'I wish we had never started on this journey. This is not,' said
Montague, recoiling instinctively, and speaking in a voice that betrayed
his agitation; 'this is not a night to travel in.'
'Ecod! you're right there,' returned Jonas, 'and we shouldn't be out
in it but for you.
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