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Updated: June 19, 2025
The bearded man caught it by the lantern-light, and tethered the San Marco to her place. Then he asked, in a deep voice: "Has traido al Doctor?" "Si, si!" answered Sparicio... "Y el viejo?" "Aye! pobre!" responded Feliu, "hace tres dias que esta muerto." Henry Edwards was dead!
She is very cold, the child, and very still, with eyes closed. "Esta muerta, Feliu?" asks Mateo. "No!" the panting swimmer makes answer, emerging, while the waves reach whitely up the sand as in pursuit, "no; vive! respira todavia!" Behind him the deep lifts up its million hands, and thunders as in acclaim.
Feliu and all his men were going to Barataria in the morning on business; the Doctor could accompany them there, and take the Grand Island steamer Monday for New Orleans. With this intention Julien retired, not sorry for being able to stretch himself at full length on the good bed prepared for him, in one of the unoccupied cabins.
She was less terrified the first time than Carmen thought she would be; she seemed to feel confidence in Feliu; although she screamed piteously before her first ducking at his hands. His teaching was not gentle. He would carry her out, perched upon his shoulder, until the water rose to his own neck; and there he would throw her from him, and let her struggle to reach him again as best she could.
For half an hour more, undismayed by the clamoring of the wind or the calling of the sea, Feliu silently smoked his pipe and watched his oar. The water rose a little higher, and he made another mark; then it climbed a little more, but not so rapidly; and he smiled at Carmen as he made a third mark. "Como creia!" he exclaimed, "no hay porque asustarse: el agua baja!"
"She can talk," whispered Carmen in Spanish: "she called her mother" ha llamado a su madre. "Y Dios tambien la ha llamado," responded Feliu, with rude pathos; "And God also called her." "But the Virgin sent us the child, Feliu, sent us the child for Concha's sake." He did not answer at once; he seemed to be thinking very deeply; Carmen anxiously scanned his impassive face.
Sobbing still, she was laid in Carmen's warm feather-bed, well swathed in woollen wrappings. The immediate danger, at least, was over; and Feliu smiled with pride and pleasure. Then Carmen first ventured to relate her dream; and his face became grave again.
And now Feliu has a burden; but his style of swimming has totally changed; he rises from the water like a Triton, and his powerful arms seem to spin in circles, like the spokes of a flying wheel. For now is the wrestle indeed! after each passing swell comes a prodigious pulling from beneath, the sea clutching for its prey.
They had searched numberless nooks of the coast, had given sepulture to many corpses, had recovered a large amount of jewelry, and as Feliu afterward learned, had summarily tried and executed several of the most abandoned class of wreckers found with ill-gotten valuables in their possession, and convicted of having mutilated the drowned.
And Feliu was sleeping as if nothing unusual had happened the heavy sleep of a sailor, heedless of commotions and voices. And his men, Miguel and Mateo, were at the other end of the cheniere. With a scream Carmen aroused Feliu. He raised himself upon his elbow, rubbed his eyes, and asked her, with exasperating calmness, "Que tienes? que tienes?"
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