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Devereaux changed the course of his boat several times, but as he was borne in spite of himself among the Spanish vessels he cried despairingly to Francis, "It is of no avail, Francis. We must die." "Look!" was the girl's reply. Full well upon them bore a galleon, The Saint Matthew. "Dogs of heretics," cried the commander from the poop of the vessel, "die!"
"He is going backward, may be, to some course he omitted in his career with you fellows. We must run the same round somehow, you know." "He'll not find much reason for it, when he arrives," Mr. Devereaux said. Miss Munster joined us, with the intention of breaking up our conclave, and soon moved away, with Mr. Digby and Devereaux in her train.
Nought shall make us rue, If England to herself do rest but true. So says that knave Will Shakespeare. Edward, thou here again? I thought the queen held thee in durance?" "She did, my lord admiral," returned Devereaux. "But think you that I was to be mewed up like a girl when England had need of me? I trow not!" "Spoken like a true Englishman, boy, save the slur upon the girl.
Francis' new-found knowledge stood her well in hand, and she pressed her opponent furiously. Suddenly she made a false step "A hit! a hit!" cried Edward Devereaux. As the rapier entered her right arm the weakness of her sex overcame the girl. She uttered a faint cry, and, for the first time in her life, fell in a dead faint.
One was Devereaux, the Precursor; the other was Horatio Bale-Corphew. For one embarrassed moment all four looked at each other; then the Precursor hastened to save the situation. He made a long, profound obeisance, and stepped deferentially to the table. "Your pardon, Master!" he murmured. "We knew not that the immutable Soul was speaking from within you, calling one among us towards the Light!"
'Tis little of entertainment thou hast, so make merry with the lad for I fear that he will not remain here long." "I fear so too," answered Francis, and in her heart lay the unspoken wish that not only Devereaux's time but her own might be short. The days passed and Edward Devereaux had not yet matured a scheme for their flight. June waxed and waned, and July was upon them.
None deserve it more, and, please God, by so doing ye shall win pardon from her. As for me I shall on after the Spaniard as long as provisions and ammunition will permit." And so it came about that Francis and Devereaux proceeded to the camp at Tilbury, where the queen was at this time.
An hour later, Freda knew the elopement was to be pulled off on Friday night; also, that Floyd Vanderlip had gone up-creek, and her hands were tied. On Friday morning, Devereaux, the official courier, bearing despatches from the Governor, arrived over the ice. Besides the despatches, he brought news of Flossie.
I could have put the asp on my breast to suck me to sleep, as Cleopatra did; but Cæsar was in the way. He stayed by me till the lights were turned down. Digby and Devereaux were commenting on Desmond's disappearance, and Mrs. Somers was politely yawning, waiting their call for candles. "If you are to accompany me, Ben," I said, "now is the time." And he slipped out.
Devereaux looked at her thin hands, her face so pale and worn, so different from its former sauciness, and all the chivalry of his nature rose up. "When thou dost speak so, Francis," he said gently, "I can deny thee nothing." "And thou wilt?" cried she with shining eyes. "Yea, Francis; but consider well the danger. If we fail it may mean death."
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