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Fairfax and his niece together with the treasure, were in Travers' house, at top of the bluff. They had to carry out an attack there, which probably meant more fighting. What really happened there, of course, I do not know." "It can be easily imagined," said Watkins soberly. "Estada has no mercy; he is a born devil. I have seen him kill just for the pleasure of it.
He's the only Britisher aboard who wouldn't cut and run in a minute; besides he's got a girl at Porto Grande." "And that fellow Anderson who was with Estada?" "The lowest kind of a Swede cur he'll do more dirt than a Portugee. I know what yer thinkin' 'bout. I had them notions too when I fu'st come aboard gettin' all the decent sort tergether, and takin' the vessel.
"And my service is deceit the acting of a part to blind the eyes of Estada?" "I sincerely believe your greater chance of security lies in this course. The fellow is a supreme egotist; opposition will anger him, while flattery will make him subservient. You have the wit and discretion to hold him within certain limits.
With me life was at stake; while with him it was but the goal of ambition and power. Brutal and evil minded as Estada undoubtedly was, I had taken his measure, and felt confident of being able to outwit him; but Sanchez would prove a different problem, for he possessed brains and cool, resourceful courage. Of the two he was far more to be feared.
I heard her catch her breath, and felt her hands grasp my sleeve, but I never stirred. The fellow had neither seen nor heard us, and I stared into the black curtain, endeavoring to locate him by some sound of movement. Who could he be? What might be the purpose of his entrance? But one answer occurred to me Pedro Estada, driven by unbridled passions to attack the girl.
Evidently the girl had been standing there, gazing out at the waters, and had turned swiftly about at my entrance, aroused by some slight sound. Her first thought must have been Estada, for there was a startled note of fear in her challenge. "Who are you? Why do you come here?" "Speak low," I cautioned. "You must know my voice." "Geoffry Carlyle!"
"Only hand weapons," broke in Carter contemptuously. "We're as good as they are thar ain't no powder." "Sure of that?" "Course I am. I cleaned up that rack two days ago. There's ball in the bandoliers, but no powder. I wus goin' ter break open a cask, but Estada put me at another job."
With the death of Sanchez, his second in command would undoubtedly succeed him; but would that be Estada, or would it be this other, the mulatto, Francois LeVere? More likely the former, for while buccaneers had operated under colored chiefs, a crew of white men would naturally prefer to be led by one of their own color.
Estada knows this, and will not dare act until he has put clinking coin in the pockets of his men. That is why I believe you are comparatively safe now his own position of command is in the balance." "I am glad you explained that to me, The knowledge will give me more confidence." "Do not rely too much on his control of himself. There is no trust to be put in such a man.
I asked a few questions, although I paid but little attention to what he said, my mind being busied with searching out his real purpose. No doubt the situation was very nearly as he described it to be LeVere was no navigator, and Estada himself only an indifferent one.
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