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I caught Helena out with one reach of my arms, just as I saw Williams and Peterson stagger in with Mrs. Daniver between them. In some miraculous way we got beyond danger, and met my pirates, dancing and shouting a welcome to our desert isle. Their advent, thereon, gave the two womenfolk a fervent wish to embrace, sob and weep extraordinarily. I had said nothing to Helena and said nothing now.
I did not care to be too specific. "What is it, oh, what is it?" I heard the faint voice of Mrs. Daniver. "Oh, this is awful. I am going to die, going to die!" The agony of mal de mer was hers now of full license, for the choppy sea was sustained on the bosom of a long ground swell, coming we knew not whence. "Jimmy!" I called down. "Are you there?"
"My disused and forgotten art comes back to me once in a while, my dear Mrs. Daniver," I answered exultantly. "Pray, do you notice how beautiful all the world is this morning? The sky is so wonderful, the sea so adorable, don't you see?" "I see that we are a long way from home. Tell me, are these sharks here?" "Oodles," said I, "and very large. No use trying to swim away.
"Oh, very likely here, in the same place, my dear Mrs. Daniver," said I, "unless war should break out meantime. At present we all seem to have a very good modus vivendi, and as I have no pressing engagements, I can conceive of nothing more charming than passing the winter here in your society." Saying which I bowed, and turning to Helena, "At eleven, then, if you please?"
I think you will find that better than this absurd German champagne which I see yon varlet has been offering you, my dear Mrs. Daniver. But excuse me " Helena looked up, innocently. " A moment before there were six empty bottles on the table there. And I saw you writing. How many have you thrown overboard through the port-hole?" "I didn't know you were so observant," replied Helena demurely.
On board the Belle Helène were two ladies, the beautiful young heiress, Miss Helena Emory, well known in northern social circles, and her aunt, Mrs. Lucinda Daniver, widow of the late Commodore Daniver, United States Navy. Mr.
But she paid no heed to me, and passed. "So now you have it, plainly," said I to Mrs. Daniver. She turned on me a face full of surprise and anger mingled. "How dare you, after all that has passed? You left the girl years ago. You have no business, no fortune, not even the girl's consent. I'll not have it! I love her." The good woman's lips trembled. "So do I," said I gently.
Me an' Jean Lafitte, we follow Black Bart the Avenger, to the Spanish Main. Auntie, pass me the bacon, please. I'm just about starved." Mrs. Daniver, as was her custom, ate a very substantial breakfast; Helena, almost none at all; nor had I much taste for food. In some way, our constraint insensibly extended to all the party, much to L'Olonnois' disgust. "It's her fault!"
Davidson!" sniffed Aunt Lucinda, taking a glance out the port into the black night. "I wonder where he is, and what he will say." "I can tell you what he will say, my dear Mrs. Daniver," said I; "but I would rather not." "Well, I'll tell you what I say," snorted Aunt Lucinda. "I think this joke has gone far enough." "It is no joke, madam. I was never so desperately in earnest in all my life."
"If you all will please excuse me, I think I shall go back to the cabin. Helena!" "Go with Mrs. Daniver at once, Jimmy," said I to L'Olonnois. "Aye, aye, Sir!" saluted he joyously; and added aside as he passed me, "Hope the old girl's going to be good an' sick!" I could see Peterson standing near the saloon's door, and bethought me to send Jean Lafitte up to aid him in making all shipshape.
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