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Updated: June 22, 2025
He ignored the one thing I most desired to learn, but I did not press it, believing I knew the answer already. "LeVere has this middle stateroom, and Mendez the one forward." "What rank has Mendez?" "Third officer, and carpenter. Just at present with LeVere required on deck, he has charge of the men below." "The crew, you mean?"
Then it is Manuel Estevan we must secure first before they know. 'Tis my thought he is at the bottom of it all, and our hope lies in our early discovery. If we can act before he does, we may thwart his plan. Listen, LeVere; I will speak low for that forward stateroom is his.
I'm for all I can get, and with no care how I get it. This is our chance, LeVere. If we put the Namur into Porto Grande, with Sanchez on board and alive, and those hell-hounds locked below, we'll get anything we ask for. We'll be the cocks of the walk. If he shouldn't live through, why then we'll have a ship, and can run the game alone.
In spite of breadth of beam, and heavy top-hamper, she possessed speed and ease of control, and must have been a pretty sight, as we bowled along through that deserted sea. Before my watch was up I could see Gunsaules through the skylight busily preparing the table in the cabin below. It was still daylight, but with a purple gleam across the waters, when LeVere arrived on deck for my relief.
I knew already what I should find, yet finally forced myself forward he was stone dead, pierced with three knife thrusts. I stood up and faced the mulatto, whose countenance was fairly green with horror. "What do you know about this, Senor LeVere?" I asked sternly. "The man has been murdered, knifed. Who did it and why?"
'Tis his stateroom yonder." Our first job was executed much more easily than I had anticipated. We caught Manuel sound asleep, and LeVere had sinewy hands at his throat before the fellow could grasp a weapon, or even clearly comprehend the nature of the attack.
'Twas a beautiful sight as the craft came sweeping on before the full weight of the wind, out from that background of gloom into the yellow glare of the torch, circling widely so as to more safely approach the bark's quarter. LeVere called for men to stand by, the fellows rushing past me to their stations, but, in the fascination of the moment, I failed to move.
Amada emerged from the companion, and stared up at us, shading his mouth with one hand as he spoke. "He answer nothing, Senor LeVere." "You rapped on the door?" "Si, Senor; I strike with my fist, and my boot, but he never wake up." "Was the door locked?" "I know not, Senor; I not try open it." LeVere gave utterance to an oath. "The pig-headed swine," he said fiercely.
If he can add to these five or six from the starboard watch below this will make a total, not counting LeVere and myself, of fifteen. There would be only five left to oppose us on deck and probably two of these would be on watch aloft. Once we gain control of the deck we can lock the others below, and negotiate with them at our leisure. The plan looks to me quite possible."
LeVere shouted an order, and a sudden flare was lighted amidships, the circle of flame illumining a part of the deck, and spreading out over the wild expanse of water.
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