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There too, Balbino and the Moros, trying to console the musicians who were more or less sorry sights. Some Spaniards were walking from one place to another, arguing with every one they met. But a nucleus for a mob already formed. Don Filipo knew what was their intention and tried to stop them. "Do not break the peace!" he shouted. "To-morrow we will demand satisfaction: we will have justice.
This left the conspirators free to place the bomb under the cabin floor boards, a matter which Owen attended to himself. It was set to explode two hours later. Pauline and Filipo were then summoned and told that there were comfortable lodgings and a good meal obtainable at a village just the other side of the long narrow point of land.
She was carrying drinks and refreshments on a tray which she was balancing with both hands, but she had met her lover and he tried to take advantage of her helplessness by tickling.... The teniente mayor presided at the production since the gobernadorcillo was fonder of monte. Maria Clara and her friends had arrived, and Don Filipo received them, and accompanied them to their seats.
They found a slouching, uncommunicative cook stolidly washing dishes in the galley. Some hours later while Boyd was sleeping off his potations and Hicks and Owen were deep in conference on deck, Pauline slipped down into the galley ostensibly to explain the rudiments of the culinary art to the cook. "The trouble is you have no respect for a potato, Filipo.
"Resign!" was the old man's curt answer as he moved away. Don Filipo stood perplexed, staring after the old man. "Resign!" he muttered as he made his way toward the church. "Resign! Yes, if this office were an honor and not a burden, yes, I would resign."
There was the good-tempered monk of the Carmine, Fra Filipo Lippi, the young Botticelli, and a youth just his own age whom they called Leonardo da Vinci, of whom it was whispered already that he would some day be the greatest master of the age. These were golden days for Perugino, as he was called, for the name of the city where he had come from was always now given to him.
In order not to disturb the general tranquillity, Don Filipo said not a word about the matter to any one. After a piece of light opera, which was heartily applauded, the Prince Villardo presented himself on the stage, and challenged all the Moros, who had imprisoned his father, to a fight. The hero threatened to cut off all their heads at a single blow and to send them all to the moon.
He was quickly followed by the Pirate, who, to Pauline's amazement, actually presented a picture of sobriety in contrast to Filipo. But on seeing her, Boyd looked frightened. "They have stolen the skiff," cried Pauline. "No, Miss," said Boyd; "they was four of 'em come aboard in one boat, an' we let 'em take ourn ashore to bring a double load o' supplies." Pauline was grievously disappointed.
"All hands for'ard," bellowed the pirate's voice. The "all hands" were Owen, Hicks, the pirate and Pauline. "Why all hands? Can't you handle the cook yourself?" said Owen. "Not to put that cook ashore ye need a navy," said Boyd. Backed by Owen and Hicks, he moved to the cabin. "You, cook, there ye're fired. Get off the boat. Yer kerriage waits," he cried down at the busy Filipo.
"If you need cuadrilleros, I'll lend you mine," cried their captain. "And I and I if art old man is needed " stammered another one, swelling with pride. "Accepted! Accepted!" cried many voices. Don Filipo became pale with emotion and his eyes filled with tears. "He's crying from spite," thought the irreconcilable, so he yelled, "Accepted! Accepted without discussion!"
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