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They did; but to little purpose, either that day or on any day thereafter while the rains which set in that night endured. Soon the shrewd Wolverstone discovered that rum was not what ailed Blood. Rum was in itself an effect, and not by any means the cause of the Captain's listless apathy. There was a canker eating at his heart, and the Old Wolf knew enough to make a shrewd guess of its nature.
Wolverstone congratulated himself upon the discretion he had used with Dyke. "The Captain was ever a modest man," he explained to Hagthorpe and those others who came crowding round him. "It's not his way to be sounding his own praises. Why, it was like this.
He sent me and most o' the men off in a frigate that I bought for the voyage. His game as he'd secretly told me was to follow and give chase. Whether that's the game he played or not I can't tell ye; but here he is afore me as I'd expected he would be." There was a great historian lost in Wolverstone.
His arm still gripped by Blood, he thrust his face into the Captain's. "What better way?" he demanded. "There is none better. I'll not be bubbled by what Wolverstone has said. He may be right, and he may be wrong. We'll test it. It's our only chance, I've said, and we must take it." The better way that was in Captain Blood's mind was the way that already he had proposed to Wolverstone.
Came the roar of a second gun, and a round shot splashed the water less than half a cable's-length astern. Blood leaned over the rail to speak to the fair young man immediately below him by the helmsman at the whipstaff. "Bid them take in sail, Jeremy," he said quietly. "We lie to." But Wolverstone interposed again. "Hold there a moment, Jeremy!" he roared. "Wait!"
"Before we've run another half-mile we shall be within range." Wolverstone swore elaborately, then suddenly checked. Out of the tail of his single eye he had espied a trim figure in grey silk that was ascending the companion. So engrossed had they been that they had not seen Miss Bishop come from the door of the passage leading to the cabin.
He swung back to face the Captain, who had placed a hand on is shoulder and was smiling, a trifle wistfully. "Steady, Old Wolf! Steady!" Captain Blood admonished him. "Steady, yourself, Peter. Ye've gone mad! Will ye doom us all to hell out of tenderness for that cold slip of a girl?" "Stop!" cried Blood in sudden fury. But Wolverstone would not stop. "It's the truth, you fool.
When her hatches were removed, a human cargo was disclosed in her hold. "Slaves," said Wolverstone, and persisted in that belief cursing Spanish devilry until Cahusac crawled up out of the dark bowels of the ship, and stood blinking in the sunlight. There was more than sunlight to make the Breton pirate blink.
A cabin had been placed at the disposal of each, to which their scanty remaining belongings and Miss Bishop's woman had been duly transferred. They were given the freedom of the great cabin, and they had sat down to table with Pitt, the master, and Wolverstone, who was Blood's lieutenant, both of whom had shown them the utmost courtesy.
If they thought as how you'd taken the King's commission in earnest, and for the purpose o' doing as Morgan did, ye guess what would follow." "Hell would follow," said the Captain. "An' tha's all I'm fit for." "Ye're maudlin," Wolverstone growled. "We'll talk again to-morrow."
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