The Count of Monte Cristo + The Three Musketeers + The Man in the Iron Mask (3 Unabridged Classics). Alexandre Dumas

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СКАЧАТЬ the Chateau d’If behind. Dantes was so exhausted that the exclamation of joy he uttered was mistaken for a sigh.

      As we have said, he was lying on the deck. A sailor was rubbing his limbs with a woollen cloth; another, whom he recognized as the one who had cried out “Courage!” held a gourd full of rum to his mouth; while the third, an old sailer, at once the pilot and captain, looked on with that egotistical pity men feel for a misfortune that they have escaped yesterday, and which may overtake them tomorrow.

      A few drops of the rum restored suspended animation, while the friction of his limbs restored their elasticity.

      “Who are you?” said the pilot in bad French.

      “I am,” replied Dantes, in bad Italian, “a Maltese sailor. We were coming from Syracuse laden with grain. The storm of last night overtook us at Cape Morgion, and we were wrecked on these rocks.”

      “Where do you come from?”

      “From these rocks that I had the good luck to cling to while our captain and the rest of the crew were all lost. I saw your vessel, and fearful of being left to perish on the desolate island, I swam off on a piece of wreckage to try and intercept your course. You have saved my life, and I thank you,” continued Dantes. “I was lost when one of your sailors caught hold of my hair.”

      “It was I,” said a sailor of a frank and manly appearance; “and it was time, for you were sinking.”

      “Yes,” returned Dantes, holding out his hand, “I thank you again.”

      “I almost hesitated, though,” replied the sailor; “you looked more like a brigand than an honest man, with your beard six inches, and your hair a foot long.” Dantes recollected that his hair and beard had not been cut all the time he was at the Chateau d’If.

      “Yes,” said he, “I made a vow, to our Lady of the Grotto not to cut my hair or beard for ten years if I were saved in a moment of danger; but to-day the vow expires.”

      “Now what are we to do with you?” said the captain.

      “Alas, anything you please. My captain is dead; I have barely escaped; but I am a good sailor. Leave me at the first port you make; I shall be sure to find employment.”

      “Do you know the Mediterranean?”

      “I have sailed over it since my childhood.”

      “You know the best harbors?”

      “There are few ports that I could not enter or leave with a bandage over my eyes.”

      “I say, captain,” said the sailor who had cried “Courage!” to Dantes, “if what he says is true, what hinders his staying with us?”

      “If he says true,” said the captain doubtingly. “But in his present condition he will promise anything, and take his chance of keeping it afterwards.”

      “I will do more than I promise,” said Dantes.

      “We shall see,” returned the other, smiling.

      “Where are you going?” asked Dantes.

      “To Leghorn.”

      “Then why, instead of tacking so frequently, do you not sail nearer the wind?”

      “Because we should run straight on to the Island of Rion.”

      “You shall pass it by twenty fathoms.”

      “Take the helm, and let us see what you know.” The young man took the helm, felt to see if the vessel answered the rudder promptly and seeing that, without being a first-rate sailer, she yet was tolerably obedient, —

      “To the sheets,” said he. The four seamen, who composed the crew, obeyed, while the pilot looked on. “Haul taut.” — They obeyed.

      “Belay.” This order was also executed; and the vessel passed, as Dantes had predicted, twenty fathoms to windward.

      “Bravo!” said the captain.

      “Bravo!” repeated the sailors. And they all looked with astonishment at this man whose eye now disclosed an intelligence and his body a vigor they had not thought him capable of showing.

      “You see,” said Dantes, quitting the helm, “I shall be of some use to you, at least during the voyage. If you do not want me at Leghorn, you can leave me there, and I will pay you out of the first wages I get, for my food and the clothes you lend me.”

      “Ah,” said the captain, “we can agree very well, if you are reasonable.”

      “Give me what you give the others, and it will be all right,” returned Dantes.

      “That’s not fair,” said the seaman who had saved Dantes; “for you know more than we do.”

      “What is that to you, Jacopo?” returned the Captain. “Every one is free to ask what he pleases.”

      “That’s true,” replied Jacopo; “I only make a remark.”

      “Well, you would do much better to find him a jacket and a pair of trousers, if you have them.”

      “No,” said Jacopo; “but I have a shirt and a pair of trousers.”

      “That is all I want,” interrupted Dantes. Jacopo dived into the hold and soon returned with what Edmond wanted.

      “Now, then, do you wish for anything else?” said the patron.

      “A piece of bread and another glass of the capital rum I tasted, for I have not eaten or drunk for a long time.” He had not tasted food for forty hours. A piece of bread was brought, and Jacopo offered him the gourd.

      “Larboard your helm,” cried the captain to the steersman. Dantes glanced that way as he lifted the gourd to his mouth; then paused with hand in mid-air.

      “Hollo! what’s the matter at the Chateau d’If?” said the captain.

      A small white cloud, which had attracted Dantes’ attention, crowned the summit of the bastion of the Chateau d’If. At the same moment the faint report of a gun was heard. The sailors looked at one another.

      “What is this?” asked the captain.

      “A prisoner has escaped from the Chateau d’If, and they are firing the alarm gun,” replied Dantes. The captain glanced at him, but he had lifted the rum to his lips and was drinking it with so much composure, that suspicions, if the captain had any, died away.

      “At any rate,” murmured he, “if it be, so much the better, for I have made a rare acquisition.” Under pretence of being fatigued, Dantes asked to take the helm; the steersman, glad to be relieved, looked at the captain, and the latter by a sign indicated that he might abandon it to his new comrade. Dantes could thus keep his eyes on Marseilles.

      “What is the day of the month?” asked he of Jacopo, who sat down beside him.

      “The 28th of February.”

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