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Don Carlos gave Stewart one long malignant stare; then he threw back his head, swept up the sombrero, and his evil smile showed gleaming teeth. "Senor " he began. With magnificent bound Stewart was upon him. The guerrilla's cry was throttled in his throat. A fierce wrestling ensued, too swift to see clearly; then heavy, sodden blows, and Don Carlos was beaten to the ground. Stewart leaped back.
The result this time was absolutely disastrous to the pirates, for the guns were fired at the precise moment when the Guerrilla's stern was lifted up on the crest of a sea, while we were in the trough beyond; in consequence of which, our shot all struck her a trifle below her normal water-line, producing a very serious leak, which, even under the most favourable circumstances, it would have been exceedingly difficult to stop.
The Yankees loaded those on Sunday and fired all week, or so the boys said. It was a fine piece, new and well cared for. He examined it carefully and then looked up to meet Jas's flat stare, knowing that the guerrilla's hate was the more bitter for seeing his prized weapon in the enemy's hands.
Mackey entered into earnest conversation with Gendron, at the same time giving attention to the guerrilla's wound. "Very well, Pete," he said, at the conclusion. "Stick by me and I'll stick by you." "It's a whack," replied the wounded man. "If anybody from the house comes here, tell them that Jack went off to get some Confederate ambulance corps to take you away." "I will."
At first he might have been half amused at his failure, tickled with the idea of describing it to Caruthers and the newspaper man, but a sense of humiliation came to him. He knew that in the warfare of business his operation was but a guerrilla's dash, and he was ashamed of himself; and yet he reflected that his great enemy might have been gentler to him.
He went down on one knee beside Simmy, endeavoring to roll him over to examine his wound. The guerrilla's mouth was slackly open, his small, predator's eyes were oddly bewildered, as if he could not comprehend what had happened to him or why. As Drew fumbled with his clothing to lay bare the wound, Simmy twisted, his legs pulling up a little. Then his head rolled, and Drew sat back on his heels.
"You are a guerrilla." "I aint. Dr. Mackey will prove my words. He's a friend o' mine. Aint ye, doc?" There was a peculiar emphasis to the guerrilla's words which made the surgeon shift uneasily from one foot to the other. "If I don't humor Gendron, he may expose me," thought the surgeon dismally. "He knows too much to be made an enemy of." "Is he your friend?" asked Jack.
This guerrilla's brother was formerly the captain of the band, but he was killed by a party of rebels, just as he was about to hang a couple of Union prisoners he had taken gun-boat men, I believe. His name is Thorne, and what's the matter, captain?"
He had destroyed the guerrilla's power to harm for a long time, at least, and not a man of his had been hurt. He was sure to receive Colonel Winchester's words of approval, and he felt the swell of pride, but did not show it by word or manner.
Five minutes later we passed close across the Guerrilla's stern, making a half-board to clear her, and delivered our larboard broadside, with the eighteen- pounder thrown in, every shot taking effect and raking her from end to end.
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