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The gold fleet was Drake's real object. He had information that it would be on its way to Spain by the Cape de Verde Islands, and he had learnt the time when it was to be expected. From Vigo he sailed for the Canaries, looked in at Palma, with 'intention to have taken our pleasure there, but found the landing dangerous and the town itself not worth the risk.
"Then, in Heaven's name, Félix," burst out Vigo, "which side are you on?" Monsieur began to laugh. "That is what I should like to know. For, by St. Quentin, I can make nothing of it." "Monsieur," insisted Lucas, "whatever he was once, I believe him a trickster now." Monsieur bent his keen eyes on me. "No; he is plainly in earnest.
Vincey that about half an hour previously, that is to say, at about the time of Mr. Bessel's apparition in Mr. Vincey's rooms, the missing gentleman had rushed out of the gates of the Albany into Vigo Street, hatless and with disordered hair, and had vanished into the direction of Bond Street.
I was flattered as well as astonished by this attention. But Monsieur Vigo knew men, and he had given them time to turn around. By this time Bill Cowan and some of my friends had stooped through the doorway, followed by a prying Kaskaskian brave and as many Creoles as could crowd behind them. Monsieur Vigo was surprisingly calm. "It make hot weather, my frens," said he.
I hope, my dear sir, that you have not come all this distance to take the part of such a gang of pirates as those of Vigo." "I am not come to take their part," I replied; "indeed, I was not aware that they wanted my assistance in this dispute. I am merely carrying to them the New Testament, of which they evidently stand in much need, if they are such knaves and scoundrels as you represent them."
"Here, Maurice, Jules, I have number one. Ah, you young sinner! with your crew again? I thought as much. Tie the knots hard, boys. Better be quiet, you snake; you can't get away." Lucas seemed to make up his mind to this, for he quieted down directly. "So the game is up," he said pleasantly. "I had hoped to be gone before you arrived, dear Vigo."
Latterly I have noticed something still more significant. The action of the Free Press takes effect sometimes at once. It was obvious in the case of the Spanish Jew Vigo, the German agent. On account of his financial connections all the Official Press had orders to call him French under a false name. One paragraph in the "New Witness" broke down that lie before the week was out.
He never took a liberty with any one, and such treatment, as is generally the case, was reciprocal. Mr. Vigo was much attached to Mr. Rodney, and was proud of his intimate acquaintance with him.
I set out a new man. In three steps, it seemed to me, we had reached the city gate, to find the way blocked by a company of twenty or thirty horse, the St. Quentin uniform flaunting gay in the sun. The nearest trooper set up a shout at sight of us, when Vigo, coming out suddenly from behind a nag, took M. le Comte in his big embrace.
"Ventre bleu, Vigo!" his young lord cried. "No," said Vigo. "I can't have her here, and Mayenne's army after her." "Coward!" shouted M. Étienne. I thought Vigo would take us both by the scruff of our necks and throw us out of the place. But he answered undisturbed: "No, that is not the reason, monsieur.
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