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Ay, and, they say, you came within an eighth of an inch of sending him to hell." "I knew not where I struck; 'twas a death struggle in the dark. I thought him dead when I left him, and ran to warn the others. But for this I was too late. The moment I set foot on the sloop's deck it was to close in battle with the big negro." "Cochose? He saw you then?" "No, only as a shape.
Then after that," Sanchez went on deliberately, as though murder was of small account, "you will follow me up the bluff. Who are the others with you?" "Carl Anderson, Pedro Mendez, and Cochose." "Well chosen; Mendez is the least valuable, and we will leave him with the prisoner at the boat. The big negro, Cochose, together with Manuel, can attend to Travers, and the two negresses they sleep below.
I roughly cleared a space, aided by Carlson's cutlass, and fronted them defiantly. Towering above them all, his black apelike face, distorted with rage, I distinguished the giant Cochose, his immense hands grasping a wooden bar ripped from a bunk. Plainly enough he was the leader, the one man whose ascendency I must crush, and I meant to do it, then and there.
"You seem to be holding the course, all right sou'west, by sou', Senor LeVere says." "Yas, Senor." "What is your name?" "Cochose, Senor; Ah's a French nigger." "Very good, Cochose; my name is Gates, and I am the new first officer. If you need any help, let me know."
They were huddled in a little bunch around the outstretched body of Cochose, helpless from lack of leadership. "Pick up the negro; yes, you fellows. Now aft with him all of you." We halted at the main hatch, and I had the cover slipped to one side, the armed sailors gathering close about the edge, as I peered down.
I knew there was something of the kind going on some of the men forward are in on it. You've got the ring-leader." "Manuel, you mean. Who did he count on for help in the forecastle?" "Cochose, and a handful of others, niggers and Spaniards, mostly. They even tried out one or two white men. That's how I heard of it, through Jack Jones, but they never told him enough to make the plan clear.
The thought stiffened my muscles, and strengthened my determination to win. I know not whether Cochose lunged forward of his own volition, or was pressed on from behind, yet suddenly he was within reach of me, and the battle was on. It was short and fierce, his object evidently being to crush me in his giant grip, mine to oppose science to strength, and avoid his bear-hug.
The crew are not all lambs many will sympathize with those thus locked beneath deck. Cochose is bad, and a friend of Manuel. He will fight, and there are others to back him." "I know that, LeVere. The whole plan is desperate, but there is no other possible. Here is my scheme. There is a gun rack in the cabin, containing enough weapons to arm the dozen men we can trust.
Then, clear enough to be distinctly heard across the narrow strip of water, came the voice of Estada, in a gruff inquiry: "So you are hiding here, Cochose? What are you looking for in the sea?" "What? Why that damned Englishman." The response was a savage growl, intensified by husky dialect. "Mon Dieu! He fought me like a mad rat." "The Englishman, you say? He was here then?
"Ay, true enough; yet it will go hard with you, Cochose, when the Captain learns of this he would have the fellow alive." "As well attempt to take a tiger with bare hands see, the blood yet runs; a single inch to the left, and it would be I fed to the fishes. Pah! what is the difference, Senor, so the man dies?"
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