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In consists of an extract from a letter written at Cochin on December 12, A.D. 1616, by Manuel Barradas, and recently found by Senhor Lopes amongst a quantity of letters preserved in the National Archives at Lisbon. He copied it from the original, and kindly sent it to me. The translation is my own.
Seizing his revolver, and calling to Barradas to follow him, he sprang up the companion; Barry met him half way. "Don't come on deck, sir, with a pistol in your hand, I implore you. The men are certainly angry and discontented, but a few quiet words from you will settle the matter; they simply want you to promise them that the boatswain will not attempt to 'haze' any one of them again.
Barradas, who, like Barry, had kept his temper throughout, had yet managed to receive a terrible knife slash intended for the Greek across his temple, and, blinded by the flow of blood, staggered across the deck towards the open gangway, missed his hold of the stanchions, and pitched headlong overboard. Velo leapt after him with a cry of alarm. "Quick, Mr. Barry! Stand by! The shark!"
"I am prepared to suffer for what I have done, captain," answered the Spaniard quietly, "and when I come out of prison I shall come to you and Mrs. Tracey and ask you to forget that I was Manuel Barradas, the fellow-criminal of Rawlings and the Greek, and ask you to only remember that I have tried to undo some of the wrong I have done." "As you please, Manuel.
Tracey, whose dainty little hands were stained and discoloured with counting out tobacco, and whose perfect oval face was flushed with her exertions, as, sitting down on deck and leaning against Paní, she held her hands up before him with a laugh. "Indeed we have! Mr. Barradas opened the tierce of tobacco, and Paní and Toea and I dug out the nasty sticky layers with sheath knives.
Barradas heaved a sigh of relief when he saw them, for his nerves had been at a tension for many days past, and he feared that something fatal to Barry's plans might occur at the last moment. "True, very true." Sydney. Truly bound. "Compensate her relatives." Very smart and clean did the Mahina look as the dinghy ran alongside and Barry stepped on deck.
Barradas was in the waist leaning over the bulwarks, smoking and watching the movements of some large fish in the phosphorescent water. He raised his head as the mate came near, and looked at him inquiringly. "Not to-night," said Barry in a low voice, as he passed; "but is everything ready?" The second mate nodded. "Let the men go ashore if they wish."
They were six of our best men, too Penrhyn Islanders," and then he quickly moved away, and thrusting his hands in his pockets seemed deeply interested in the man who was loosing the fore-royal. Presently Rawlings came on deck, and said to Barradas "Poor Tracey is dead. He breathed his last a few minutes ago." And then he addressed Barry. "My poor mate is dead, Mr. Barry."
So turn to some of the hands and get it made as clean as possible. I am in hopes that we may meet a man-of-war somewhere in the Solomons; if so I can get rid of them, for a time at least." Barradas made a gesture of assent, and at once set to work to fit up the sail-locker for the reception of the two prisoners. In half an hour his task was completed, and then Mrs.
The light boat shot out like an arrow, and was soon alongside, and Mrs. Tracey was met at the gangway by Joe and another white seaman, both dressed in new duck suits given them by Barradas. But instead of going into the cabin Mrs. Tracey waited at the gangway for Barry. "I want to welcome the new captain of my ship," she said with a smile, as she held out her hand to him.
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