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It means that I should be compelled to disappear as completely as though the ground had opened and swallowed me; because it is one of Morillo's characteristics that, while he is a staunch and generous friend, he is also a bitter and relentless enemy. He never forgives; so long as his enemy lives, he will never rest until he has been revenged upon him.
"Wha' have I to s-s-say for 'shelf, Mistah C-Cour'-nay? Ha! ha! I has p-plenty to s-s-shay. Why, sah, I I I've g-got him, sah!" "Got who, you villain? Got who?" I reiterated. "Why why M-M- Mor the pirate!" blurted Peter, finding himself unable to successfully pronounce Morillo's name. "Do you mean to say that you have succeeded in obtaining news of Morillo, Peter?"
"He ain't no friend ob mine," answered Peter, virtuously indignant at so insulting an insinuation; "he's jus' a yaller man a half-breed dat I met at a rum shop up in Kingston. I heard him mention Morillo's name, so I jined him in a bottle ob rum, which I paid for out ob my own pocket, Mistah Courtenay, and axed him some questions.
From this report I gathered that, like myself, at first he had mistaken the French privateer for Morillo's brigantine, and had also arrived at the conclusion that the ship was a prize of the latter.
But although he dared not move his limbs he was not afraid to use his tongue, angrily demanding what I meant by perpetrating such an outrage upon one of Senor Morillo's best customers, and vowing that he would not be satisfied until he had seen me flogged within an inch of my life for my insolence.
However, at 4 P.m. we had worked up alongside of the Commodore, when the old skipper gave our friend such a rating, that I don't think he will ever forget it. On the day following our being fired at, I was sent, being a good Spaniard, along with the second lieutenant-poor Treenail-to Morillo's headquarters.
The old gentleman received me with all his wonted kindness and cordiality, introducing me to such of his guests as I had not met before, and relating over the dinner-table, with much gusto, the story of my abduction and escape. Then I produced Morillo's letter of defiance, which I took with me to show him, and which added a fillip to the conversation that lasted us until the cloth was drawn.
He convoked his officers, communicated to them his plan of leaving some men to distract Morillo's attention while he, himself, should go quickly to Nueva Granada and give it freedom, and on May 25, 1819, he started to carry out his project, one perhaps more difficult than those of Hannibal and Napoleon.
But to tamely submit to be thus handed over to Morillo's tender mercies was the very last thing that I contemplated.
She was now so close to us that, despite the darkness, it was quite possible to make out details; and it was with a feeling of mingled disgust and disappointment that I discovered that, whatever she might be, she certainly was not Morillo's beautiful but notorious brigantine.
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