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Updated: June 13, 2025
One morning, not long after the events just narrated, Zeppa came to Rosco's hut with a bundle under his arm. He was followed by Marie, Betsy, Zariffa, and Lippy with her mother.
The old look of mingled perplexity and patient submission was beginning again to steal over his face, and his hand was in the familiar act of passing over the troubled brow, when Zeppa's eyes alighted on Rosco's countenance. It would be difficult to say which, at that moment, most resembled a maniac.
"For tie up our enemies when we's catch dem. Dis way, you understan'." As he spoke, Ebony passed the loop over Rosco's shoulders and drew it tight so as to render his arms powerless, and before the latter realised what he was about his legs were also securely bound. "Surely you do not mean to keep me here by force!" cried Rosco angrily. "I's much afraid, massa, dat's zactly what I mean!"
When they reached the spot whence it had apparently issued, the mis'nary, or ex-pirate, was nowhere to be seen. "Hooroo! whar' is you?" shouted Betsy, looking round. "Here!" cried a half-smothered voice from somewhere in the earth. "Oh! look!" exclaimed Zariffa in a sort of squeal as she ran towards a spot where two strange plants seemed to have sprung up. "Rosco's legs!" said Betsy, aghast.
At last, while the searching party was standing, baffled, on the shore farthest from the village, Captain Fitzgerald stopped abruptly, and looking Zeppa in the face, exclaimed, "Strange, is it not? and the island so small, comparatively." "Quite unaccountable," answered Zeppa, who, with his son, had at last joined in the search out of sheer anxiety as to Rosco's fate.
Takes a deal o' study, Ziffa, to make him out. Your father always say that. But Rosco's fuss-rate at 'splainin' of 'em. Fuss-rate so your father say. Him was born for a mis'nary." At that moment a cry was heard in the distance. They had been ascending a winding path leading to the field to which they were bound.
"Indeed it is true," continued Rosco hurriedly. "I had no intention of letting murder be done. I would not even slay the captain who has used me so ill. I would give my life if I could alter it now but I cannot." "Hah!" gasped Zeppa again, still keeping his eyes fixed on Rosco's face. "Don't look at me that way," pleaded the pirate, "as if I had done the deed. You know I didn't. I swear I didn't!
It was while he was advancing slowly, and puzzling his brain over these considerations, that Rosco's cry for help rang out. Zeppa recognised the voice, and a dark frown settled on his countenance as he stopped to listen. Then an appalling yell filled his ears. It was repeated again and again, as the kindling flames licked round the pirate's naked feet, causing him to writhe in mortal agony.
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