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Updated: June 28, 2025
"When Rend-your-Soul has said to Blue Beard, 'I have seized a bull on the lips, and my dogs have devoured my servants," replied the Gascon, "the conversation would languish; and zounds! one cannot always be feeding a man to the dogs in order to furnish entertainment." "In faith, one cannot tell," said a listener; "these men are capable of anything."
"Not exactly; but Providence has arranged it; and, thanks to Providence, I have met the famous Rend-your-Soul." "Decidedly he is stupid," thought the chevalier. "I have nothing to contend with in such a rival; if the others are no more dangerous, it will be very easy for me to make Blue Beard adore me; but I must find the road to Devil's Cliff.
Each of these incisions caused such appetizing odors to rise that the chevalier, inhaling this exquisite odor, almost forgot the approach of Rend-your-Soul. However, the latter appeared, followed by his dogs, jumping and pressing about him. Master Rend-your-Soul was large and robust.
"Answer, Peter, some one speaks to you," said Rend-your-Soul, carelessly. "No, it is to you I speak," said the Gascon impatiently. "No," said the buccaneer. "How so?" replied the chevalier. "You said 'comrade; I am not your comrade; my servant is, perhaps." "Zounds!"
In order to be more certain, I will go to-morrow and speak with him at Macouba, and then I will tell Rend-your-soul, who is fortunately hunting on the coast, to discover this poor devil in the forest, where he has, no doubt, lost himself. "No, no, I do not wish it," says Angela. "All the thoughts which come to me, now are of mortal sadness my disquietude returns."
Croustillac was still in the same attitude, nose in the air, foot advanced, hand on his sword; the color rose to his forehead; nothing could have insulted him more than the absolute indifference of Rend-your-Soul to his presence. Had Blue Beard, by the intermediation of the filibustering captain, instructed the buccaneer to act in this manner if he should encounter the chevalier?
Such was the difference between the costume and arms of Master Rend-your-Soul and that of his servant. When he entered the clearing, he held his gun under his arm and plucked carelessly a wood-pigeon which he had killed; three others were hung at his belt by a snare; he threw them to Peter, who immediately began to pluck and clean them with wonderful dexterity.
"Look at your sword; the steel is stained with blood and covered with the hair of wildcats; it is that which made Peter cry out 'Miaow!" "Defend yourself," repeated the chevalier furiously. "When I have four feet, claws and a tail, I will fight with you," said the buccaneer quietly. "I will mark your face, then," said the chevalier, advancing toward Rend-your-Soul.
"To Master Rend-your-Soul, who has his depot of skins and buccaneer supplies at Caiman's Point." "This roast belongs to Master Rend-your-Soul," cried the chevalier, surprised at the chance which had brought him in contact with one of the happy lovers of Blue Beard, if these slanderous stories were true. "This roast belongs to Rend-your-Soul," repeated Croustillac.
They were so sharp and well-trained. 'How, said I to Rend-your-soul, terrified, 'because your dogs have devoured your servant, does that prove that they are well-trained? I declare, sir," continued the passenger who had related this story of the buccaneer to the Gascon, "I looked with considerable alarm upon these ferocious animals who walked round and round me and smelt at me in a manner far from reassuring."
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