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The eyes of L'Olonnois widened as I laid the two side by side. "You've got it, too!" he exclaimed. I nodded. "That explains it," said Jean Lafitte. "Explains what?" "Why, how you why now how you could be a pirate, too, just as natural as us." "I have read it many a time," said I. "Wasn't you never a pirate?" asked Jean Lafitte. "No," said I, smiling, "although many have said my father was.
"We'll have a long ride then," said she calmly, and rose. I rose also and bowed. We ran by the river-front of Baton Rouge, and lay to on the opposite side while our dingey ran in with mail. I sent Peterson and Lafitte ashore for the purpose, and meantime paced the deck in several frames of mind. I was arrested in this at length by L'Olonnois, who was standing forward, glasses in hand.
"Uh-huh, what?" demanded L'Olonnois. "A great wrong has been did our brave leader by yon heartless jade; that's what!" "You betcher life they has. He's on the square, an' look what he done for us look how he managed things all the way down to here. Anybody else couldn't have got away with this. Anybody else'd never a' went out there last night after John, just a Chink, thataway. An' her!"
"It was!" he reiterated. "I know ain't anybody pretty as she is, so it was." "Jimmy L'Olonnois," said I, "let us reason about this. "Lemme see it, then. I can tell in a minute. Why don't you lemme see it, then?" He was eager. "Shipmate," I replied to him, "the hand is sometimes quicker than the eye, and the mind slower than the heart. For that reason I can not agree to your request."
Aunt Lucinda, why I've heard her back home tell Auntie Helena about as good fish in the sea, an' she mustn't bother over a man that's poor. Was it you, Black Bart? And are you poor?" "As I stand before you now, Jimmy L'Olonnois, I'm the poorest beggar in the world," said I. "I have risked my all on one hazard. If I win, I shall be rich beyond compare. If I fail, I shall be poor indeed."
Jean Lafitte, for my new knowledge indeed eats at my soul. Hasten, for the Bird of Life is on the wing, L'Olonnois." So I spoke to them; and they, feeling it all a part of the play, gravely answered in kind, to what end that any who sought to stay Black Bart and his crew did so at peril of their blood.
Who would deny me the feeling of exultation which came to me? Was I not captor and captain of my own ship? I turned to meet L'Olonnois, my blue-eyed pirate. He stood at my side as one glorified. The full swing of romance had him, the full illusion of this, imagination's most ardent desire now gripped him fully. He was no boy, but a human being possessed of all his dreams.
Here he found shelter and something to eat, and he soon began to make himself very much at home in the streets of Campeachy. It was a very gay time in the town, and, as everybody seemed to be happy, L'Olonnois was very glad to join in the general rejoicing, and these hilarities gave him particular pleasure as he found out that he was the cause of them.
But whenever illusion wavered, L'Olonnois saved the day by resuming his stern scowl, even above a chicken-bone. His facility in rolling speech I discovered to be, in part, attributable to a volume which I saw protruding from his pocket. I knew it well. Indeed, I now arose, and passing to my bookshelves, drew down a duplicate copy of that rare volume, recounting the deeds of the old buccaneers.
"They took me prisoner, on my own I mean, at the little place where I stop, up in the country. And not till by stern deeds I had won their confidence, did they accept me as comrade, and, at last, as leader as I may modestly claim to be. And do not think that you can wheedle either of them away from Black Bart. L'Olonnois remembers you spanked him once, and has sworn a bitter vengeance."
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