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For many years she was the fastest yacht in the Norfolk and Suffolk Yacht Club, and though she was occasionally beaten on fluky days she never lost possession of the challenge cup for long. Fred Baldry, who steered her with extraordinary skill, is, I believe, still alive, and lives on Cobholm Island, Yarmouth.
Baldry himself? Surely he was among them! in that shadowy pass was not this his great form or this or this? "Baldry! Robert Baldry!" cried Sedley, and there came no answer. High and shrill as a woman's wail rang again the young man's voice. "Captain Robert Baldry!" "He's not here, sir," said a Devon man, softly. "God rest his soul!" Sedley raised his white face to the stars, then: "On men, on!
"When I go home I'll dress in cloth of gold, eat tongues of peacocks, and drink dissolved pearls!" "When I go home I'll build again my father's house," cried Henry Sedley. "In Plymouth port there's a bark I know," quoth Baldry. "When I go home she's mine, I'll make of her another Star!" "When I go home " said Sir Mortimer, and paused.
John Nevil and his company left attacking forever the fortress of Nueva Cordoba, and rushed down the hillside towards plain and river. Forth from the town burst Ambrose Wynch with the guard which had been left in the square but where were Robert Baldry and his men?
On both sides their captains played the game. Sir Mortimer Ferne and Robert Baldry at the head of threescore men, some mounted, some on foot, deemed themselves and this medley sufficient for Pedro Mexia. Nor can it be said that their reckoning was at fault, since Mexia, deep in curses, had at last to make hasty way across the strip of plain between Nueva Cordoba and its fortress.
On went the wondrous tale, with no further interruption from Sir Mortimer, who sat at the head of the table, playing the part of host to Captain Robert Baldry, listening with cold patience to the adventurer's rhodomontade.
Mortimer Ferne put his tankard softly down and turned in his seat so that he might more closely observe his fellow adventurer. "For myself, when an Armada is at my heels, the cares of the moon do not concern me," went on Baldry, with the gravity of an oracle. "Had Nero not fiddled, perhaps Rome had not burned."
Sir Mortimer touched the galleon's side, ran through the body a man of Seville whose sword-point offered at his throat, and stood the next moment upon the poop of the San José Robert Baldry, a cutlass between his teeth, sprang after him; then came Sedley and Arden and the tide of the English.
"At home I was forever naught; on these seas I might yet serve my Queen, though with a shrunken arm. And Robert Baldry with many another whom I had betrayed might yet languish in miserable life. God knows! perhaps I thought that God might work a miracle.... But at Margarita " "I know I know," interrupted Nevil. "Robin told us."
Not a sea-dog simply and terrible fighter like Captain Manwood or Ambrose Wynch, nor a ruffler like Baldry, nor even a high, cold gentleman like Sir John, who slew Spaniards for the good of God and the Queen, and whose slow words when he was displeased cut like a rope's end.
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