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Brave men!" shrieked Scudamore clasping Barthelemy's knees. "Surely you are only jesting with me. It amuses you to drive me to desperation in this way, but you will not really ruin me. You cannot forget that I have rendered you an important service, and shall perform still more. I am a physician; you need one, take me with you.
"Yes," returned the other mournfully, "but if you release the captain, and me with him, what is to become of me?" "I don't know," returned the corsair-chief, shrugging his shoulders. Skyrme laughed aloud. "That's a splendid joke!" "For heaven's sake! What shall I say to you?" stammered Scudamore, throwing himself at Barthelemy's feet.
Even Barthelemy's description of the Grecian stage is not a little confused, and his subjoined plan extremely incorrect; where he attempts to describe the acting of a play, the Antigone or the Ajax, for instance, he goes altogether wrong. The theatres of the Greeks were quite open above, and their dramas were always acted in day, and beneath the canopy of heaven.
The lesson received at Barbadoes still rankled in their souls, they must have flames somewhere. So long as they remembered Barbadoes, not a ship escaped them, and if one from that port fell into their hands they slaughtered even the mice. Luck changed, Barthelemy's star was in the ascendant, every day brought treasures and victories. The whole sea was his taxpayer.
The pirate sloop was instantly lightened and, at the very moment his foes believed him hopelessly lost, Barthelemy's craft flew away as swiftly as a sea-gull, once more at liberty. The pursuers, left behind, at last gave up the chase and returned to port. Off went the pirate, like a startled gadfly, to Newfoundland. Twenty-two ships were in the harbor.
"No, but I will seize the one which has the richest cargo and, in full view of the whole fleet and the men of war, take her away with us from amid the forty-one other vessels." The pirates gazed doubtfully into Barthelemy's face, uncertain whether he was jesting or in earnest.
The victory was Barthelemy's; and his comrades' first act was to lift him on their shoulders, declare him their captain and, with terrible oaths, swear eternal fealty by death, hell, and the devil.
"Hence to the ship, drop toying, and seize your weapons." The buccaneers could not yet recover from their bewilderment. The Creole beauty, with sparkling eyes, pressed nearer to Barthelemy and raised his hand to her glowing lips. Barthelemy's eyes sought Moody. The old pirate had drunk heavily, but was perfectly sober.
"We need no knives, we'll tear them to pieces with our nails," said Asphlant. On arriving within gunshot range, the black flag suddenly fluttered from every masthead of the Sea Devil, and a bullet, hissing between the Royal Fortune's sails was the challenge to speak. The deepest silence reigned on Barthelemy's ship. The Sea Devil sailed close up to it, the Dutch consort remaining a little behind.
The night was dark and all through the long hours the sloop fairly flew in the direction where they expected to find the brigantine. According to Barthelemy's calculation, they would be within gunshot of her at dawn. And lo, when the sun rose and they gazed around the horizon, the brigantine was nowhere in sight. They tacked right and left, but not a sail was visible anywhere on the horizon.
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