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"Si you did say your name was Giac Smees, and you did not say you were Raoul Yvard. But, Signore, I saw you firing your cannon at the boats of this frigate, with French colors flying, and that is some signs of an enemy, as we understand these matters in Porto Ferrajo." Raoul felt that this was a direct blow; still, it wanted the connecting link to make it testimony.
Do you not know that this lugger was the notorious French privateer, le Feu-Follet?" "I know they say so now, Signori; but the vice-governatore and I supposed her to be ze Ving-y-Ving." "And do you not know that the prisoner is actually Raoul Yvard; of your own knowledge, I mean?" "Corpo di Bacco!
"First we must locate our friend Carne Yvard, the very fiend of a fellow, who stops at nothing. Then to catch him with the papers, take them, cost what it will. For that work we have strong lads enough and true. Above all we must make no mistake when we strike, for if he scents our suspicions of him he'll whisk them off to Spain before you could bat your eye."
Le Feu-Follet had sustained no injury worth mentioning; but the English had not less than a dozen men slain or hurt. Among the latter was Winchester himself; and as he saw that any success which followed would fall principally to the share of his subordinate, his wound greatly indisposed him to pursue any further a struggle that was nearly hopeless as it was. Not so with Raoul Yvard, however.
I have heard men say they faced death without a tremor, and so for that matter have I, yea, many times, but it was upon an honest field in lawful fight for honor's sake or duty's. My cheek paled in spite of me, at sight of the men who now came on. Three others with blades half drawn pressed close behind Yvard. How many more there were I had no knowledge.
"Un brûlot! un brûlot! a fire-ship!" exclaimed twenty voices together, the horror that mingled in the cries proclaiming the extent of a danger which is, perhaps, the most terrific that seamen can encounter. But the voice of Raoul Yvard was not among them. The moment his eye caught the first glimpse of the flames he disappeared from the bowsprit. He might have been absent about twenty seconds.
"I decline answering that question," answered Ithuel, with an air of dignity. "Witness, have you any personal knowledge of the prisoner?" "I decline answering that question, too." "Do you know anything of such a person as Raoul Yvard?" "What if I do? I'm a native American, and have a right to form acquaintances in foreign lands if I see it's to my interest, or it's agreeable to my feelin's."
The question was put as desired, and Ghita quietly but unhesitatingly answered in the affirmative. "Then ask her to explain how she happened to fall into the company of Raoul Yvard?" "Signori," said Ghita, naturally, for she had nothing to conceal on this point, "we live on Monte Argentaro, where my uncle is the keeper of the Prince's towers.
It was impossible to deride such a man; and long-cherished antipathies were rebuked by his spirited and manly declarations. "There will be no further occasion for witnesses, Mr. Judge Advocate, if the prisoner be disposed to acknowledge the whole truth," observed Cuffe. "It is proper, however, Monsieur Yvard, to apprise you of the possible consequences.
Make it too hot for him on deck, and he'll have to give up, Raoul Yvard or the d l!" "There she is, sir!" shouted a midshipman from a cathead for everybody who dared had crowded forward to get an early look at the chase.
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