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Updated: May 23, 2025
In this case Back Cup is nothing but a lair of pirates, the Count d'Artigas is the leader of the band and Serko and Spade are his lieutenants. I cannot get this idea out of my head, and the more I consider the more convinced I am that I am right, especially as everything I see during my stroll about the cavern seems to confirm my opinion.
"It was there, on the right, from which the cry came!" In a few minutes they were not more than half a verst from the river. A second bark was heard, but, although more feeble, it was certainly nearer. Nadia stopped. "Yes!" said Michael. "It is Serko barking!... He has followed his master!" "Nicholas!" called the girl. Her cry was unanswered. Michael listened.
"I shall be heard some day, sir." "Some day that's a long way off. However, shout as much as you please." And with this ironical advice, Engineer Serko leaves me to my own reflections. Towards four o'clock a big ship is reported about six miles off to the east, coming in our direction. She is moving rapidly and grows perceptibly larger. Black clouds of smoke pour out of her two funnels.
Besides, if they drop within a few hundred yards of the vessel, they will be quite near enough to utterly destroy it. The time has come. "Thomas Roch!" Engineer Serko cries, and points to the cruiser. The latter is steaming slowly towards the northwestern point of the island and is between four and five miles off. Roch nods assent, and waves them back from the trestle.
If the commanders propose to land storming parties and the ships advance into the zone of danger there will soon be nothing left of them but bits of shapeless floating wreckage. Here comes Thomas Roch accompanied by Engineer Serko. On issuing from the passage both go to the trestle that is pointing towards the leading warship. Ker Karraje and Captain Spade are awaiting them.
Once more the name of Back Cup was on the point of escaping me. They might consider me too well-informed if they were aware that in addition to being acquainted with the Count d'Artigas' real name I also know where his stronghold is situated. Luckily Engineer Serko has not remarked my reticence, and he replies: "There will be no cause for alarm.
Count d'Artigas was cosily ensconced in a basket-work chair on the after-deck, conversing with Engineer Serko and Captain Spade. "They don't seem in a hurry to board us," remarked Serko. "They can come whenever they think proper," said the Count in a tone of supreme indifference. "No doubt they are waiting for us at the entrance to the inlet," suggested Captain Spade.
I regret this, inasmuch as the inventor will indubitably be the object of pressing solicitations, and as Engineer Serko will employ every means in his power to obtain the composition of the explosive and deflagrator, of which he will make such detestable use during future piratical exploits.
"To cut a tunnel through the wall of the cavern." "Through the wall of the cavern?" "Oh! nothing but a narrow passage through which only one man at a time could squeeze, a hole easy enough to block, and the outside end of which would be hidden among the rocks." "Of what use could it be to us, Serko?"
Now and then Captain Spade joins him and both exchange a few words in a language that I can neither understand nor recognize. It is with Engineer Serko, however, that the owner of the Ebba converses more readily than with anybody else, and the latter appears to be very intimate with him.
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