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"Listen, Bob," whispered the New England boy as soon as they were settled, "do you remember the things Daggs has said, off and on, about old Sol Brig how there was always a lot of gold that the men before the mast never saw and how he must have saved it till he was the richest of all the pirates? Well, who would know what became of that money, if anybody did?
They were all wet, and in a bad temper for a dozen other reasons. Plenty of curses came my way, but no one laid a hand on me, for they had a mighty fear of Pharaoh Daggs. When he finally came, he swore at them till they slunk around like whipped curs. "He was in an ugly mood that night. Seemingly he was disappointed in the amount of treasure they had found.
We'll separate into every tavern and ship-chandler's place along the wharves, pick up the names of all ships that are soon to sail, and their cargoes, and meet at the gig at eight bells. Herriot and you men aboard here, keep a strict watch. Daggs, I leave the boy in your charge. Don't let him out of your sight." At the last words Jeremy's heart sank to his boots.
A pull of brandy stopped his shivering. "I thought none of you would ever see me alive," he said soberly. "But, Job, before I tell you all about it, are you sure you've lost sight of Daggs' sloop? They were worried about your shooting, and figured the only chance they had was to set me adrift and then get away in the dirty weather, while you were fishing me out.
"Who's after you?" yelled her father, as she pulled the black to a halt. Jorth held a rifle. Daggs, Colter, the other Jorths were there, likewise armed, and all watchful, strung with expectancy. "Shore nobody's after me," replied Ellen. "Cain't I run a horse round heah without being chased?" Jorth appeared both incensed and relieved.
If it came to a running fight, their cannonade might sink her, in which case the boy would be drowned along with his captors. And there were other things that could happen. Jeremy groaned aloud as he thought of the fate that Pharaoh Daggs had once so nearly meted out to him. He felt again the bite of the hemp at his wrists, and saw that pitiless gleam in the strange light eyes of the pirate.
Would Daggs try to settle his long score against the boys by some unheard-of brutality? A sudden hail cut in upon his thoughts. "Sail ho!" the lookout on the other side had cried. "Where away?" came Job's deep shout. "Three points on the port bow," answered the seaman, "an' not above a league off!" Jeremy, straining his eyes into the night, made out the dim patch of sail ahead.
Then for a moment he had a glimpse of the whole face of Pharaoh Daggs, scarred and distorted with frightful passion a cruel wolf's face and even as he looked, the dripping sword-blade of the man with the broken nose plunged between the ribs of Job's last henchman. The wounded seaman staggered, leaning his weight against his captain, but still kept his guard up, defending himself feebly.
Her hands trembled as she brushed his wet hair back from his clammy brow. "I've somethin' on my conscience," he whispered. The woman, the sensitive in Ellen, understood and pitied him then. "Yes," she encouraged him. "I stole cattle my dad's an' Blaisdell's an' made deals with Daggs.... All the crookedness wasn't on Jorth's side.... I want my brother Jean to know."
"Shore it's been too peaceful heah. Rustlers have no practice at fightin'. An' I reckon Daggs forgot." "Daggs made as crazy a move as that of Guy an' Jacobs," spoke up Jean. "They were overbold, an' he was drunk. Let them be a lesson to us." Jean had smelled whisky upon his entrance to this cabin. Bill was a hard drinker, and his father was not immune. Blaisdell, too, drank heavily upon occasions.
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