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СКАЧАТЬ Tortuga.

      Mademoiselle d'Ogeron and her brother--the latter now relieved of his bonds--sat in the great cabin of the Arabella, whither they had been conducted.

      Wine and food had been placed upon the table by Benjamin, Captain Blood's negro steward and cook, who had intimated to them that it was for their entertainment. But it had remained untouched. Brother and sister sat there in agonized bewilderment, conceiving that their escape was but from frying-pan to fire. At length, overwrought by the suspense, mademoiselle flung herself upon her knees before her brother to implore his pardon for all the evil brought upon them by her wicked folly.

      M. d'Ogeron was not in a forgiving mood.

      "I am glad that at least you realize what you have done. And now this other filibuster has bought you, and you belong to him. You realize that, too, I hope."

      He might have said more, but he checked upon perceiving that the door was opening. Captain Blood, coming from settling matters with the followers of Levasseur, stood on the threshold. M. d'Ogeron had not troubled to restrain his high-pitched voice, and the Captain had overheard the Frenchman's last two sentences. Therefore he perfectly understood why mademoiselle should bound up at sight of him, and shrink back in fear.

      "Mademoiselle," said he in his vile but fluent French, "I beg you to dismiss your fears. Aboard this ship you shall be treated with all honour. So soon as we are in case to put to sea again, we steer a course for Tortuga to take you home to your father. And pray do not consider that I have bought you, as your brother has just said. All that I have done has been to provide the ransom necessary to bribe a gang of scoundrels to depart from obedience to the arch-scoundrel who commanded them, and so deliver you from all peril. Count it, if you please, a friendly loan to be repaid entirely at your convenience."

      Mademoiselle stared at him in unbelief. M. d'Ogeron rose to his feet.

      "Monsieur, is it possible that you are serious?"

      "I am. It may not happen often nowadays. I may be a pirate. But my ways are not the ways of Levasseur, who should have stayed in Europe, and practised purse-cutting. I have a sort of honour--shall we say, some rags of honour?--remaining me from better days." Then on a brisker note he added: "We dine in an hour, and I trust that you will honour my table with your company. Meanwhile, Benjamin will see, monsieur, that you are more suitably provided in the matter of wardrobe."

      He bowed to them, and turned to depart again, but mademoiselle detained him.

      "Monsieur!" she cried sharply.

      He checked and turned, whilst slowly she approached him, regarding him between dread and wonder.

      "Oh, you are noble!"

      "I shouldn't put it as high as that myself," said he.

      "You are, you are! And it is but right that you should know all."

      "Madelon!" her brother cried out, to restrain her.

      But she would not be restrained. Her surcharged heart must overflow in confidence.

      "Monsieur, for what befell I am greatly at fault. This man--this Levasseur...."

      He stared, incredulous in his turn. "My God! Is it possible? That animal!"

      Abruptly she fell on her knees, caught his hand and kissed it before he could wrench it from her.

      "What do you do?" he cried.

      "An amende. In my mind I dishonoured you by deeming you his like, by conceiving your fight with Levasseur a combat between jackals. On my knees, monsieur, I implore you to forgive me."

      Captain Blood looked down upon her, and a smile broke on his lips, irradiating the blue eyes that looked so oddly light in that tawny face.

      "Why, child," said he, "I might find it hard to forgive you the stupidity of having thought otherwise."

      As he handed her to her feet again, he assured himself that he had behaved rather well in the affair. Then he sighed. That dubious fame of his that had spread so quickly across the Caribbean would by now have reached the ears of Arabella Bishop. That she would despise him, he could not doubt, deeming him no better than all the other scoundrels who drove this villainous buccaneering trade. Therefore he hoped that some echo of this deed might reach her also, and be set by her against some of that contempt. For the whole truth, which he withheld from Mademoiselle d'Ogeron, was that in venturing his life to save her, he had been driven by the thought that the deed must be pleasing in the eyes of Miss Bishop could she but witness it.

      CHAPTER XVI. THE TRAP

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