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I couldn't leave a Boldero on the pavement, and an old man at that! . . . Oh, to think that if he'd only managed to please his uncle he might ha' been one of the richest men in Lancashire. But then there'd ha' been no Boldero Institute at Strangeways!" he added. They both sat silent a moment. "Will you come now? Or will you wait a bit?" asked Mr. Boldero, gently. "Just as you wish.
At parting Senor Mendez bestowed a bag containing five hundred gold pieces upon Stephen Boldero as a reward for the service he had rendered him. Geoffrey missed him greatly.
There was a scream of delight within as Dolores Mendez, who had been awakened by the tumult, recognized her father's voice, and leaping up from her couch threw herself into his arms. Geoffrey and his companion now opened the door of the forecastle and called the two sailors out. "Now," Boldero said, "if you want to save your lives you have got to obey our orders.
They grasped them suddenly by the throat and held a knife before their eyes, Boldero telling them in a stern whisper that if they uttered a cry they would be stabbed to the heart. Paralysed by the sudden attack they did not make the slightest struggle, but accompanied their unknown assailants to the forecastle and were there fastened in.
Stephen Boldero took a Spanish name, but Geoffrey retained his own, as the story that he was travelling as a servant with Mr. Burke, a well- known Irish gentleman who had accompanied the Armada, was sufficient to account for his nationality. Under the plea that he was anxious to return to Cadiz as soon as possible, Senor Mendez arranged for horses and mules to start the next morning.
About eleven o'clock Franklin brought me a telegram into the library where Jaffery and I were sitting. I opened it. "Terrible calamity. Come at once. Boldero." I passed it to Jaffery. "My God!" said he, and we stared at each other. Franklin said: "Any answer, sir?" "Yes. 'Boldero. Coming at once. And order the car round immediately for London. Also ask Mrs. Freeth kindly to come here.
"I had thought you dead, and have grieved sorely for you." "I have had some narrow escapes," Stephen said; "but you know I am tough. I am worth a good many dead men yet." "Inez, Senor Mendez, you both remember Stephen Boldero?" Geoffrey said, turning to them. "We have never forgotten you," the Spaniard said, shaking hands with the sailor, "nor how much we owe to you.
"'The Greater Glory' was printed from my husband's original manuscript." Wittekind smiled and shook his head. "No, my dear Mrs. Boldero. From two typed copies one in England and one in America." "Mr. Chayne told me that in order to save time he sent you Adrian's original manuscript with his revisions." "I'm sure you must have misunderstood him," said Wittekind. "I read the typescript myself.
Provisions and water had already been taken on board, and they learnt that the party who were to sail in her would come off early the next morning. At midnight Geoffrey, Boldero, and the Spaniard came down to the little port, embarked in a fisherman's boat moored at the stairs, and noiselessly rowed off to the vessel. They mounted on to her deck barefooted.
As soon as the sails had been set, and the vessel was under way, the Spaniard came out from the cabin. "My daughter is attiring herself, senor," he said to Stephen Boldero, for Geoffrey was at the time at the helm. "She is longing to see you, and to thank you for the inestimable services you have rendered to us both.
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