... For his knife is sharp, and his fingers can help The hair to pull and the skin to peel,— Let him cry like a woman and twist like an eel, The great Captain Scamman must lose his scalp! And Ruth , when she sees it, shall dance with Mogg.” His eyes are fixed,—but his lips draw in,— With a low, hoarse chuckle, and fiendish grin,— And he sinks again, like a senseless l...