A Middy of the King: A Romance of the Old British NavyCollingwood, Harry
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A Middy of the King: A Romance of the Old British Navy
Collingwood, Harry
Great Britain -- Fiction; Pirates -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Now, if they had decided to retreat to their mountain fastnesses, there
was no need to trouble further about them, at least for the moment. But
in my walks in the same direction with Don Luis I had noticed several
paths which, I had been informed, led to certain plantations in the
neighbourhood; and it was of course quite possible that the brigands
might be making for one of these; I, therefore, determined to follow up
the trail while it was fresh, and endeavour to obtain some definite clue
to their actual destination. My first idea was to return to the house,
acquaint the occupants with the result of my investigations thus far,
inform them as to my further plans, and then retrace my steps to the
spot where I at that moment stood; but I reflected that to do all this
meant the loss of some twenty minutes or more, which might make all the
difference between success and failure to my plan, so I determined to
push on at once, and immediately proceeded to do so.
I had not proceeded very far before I had conclusive evidence that I was
on the right track by coming upon a wounded negro, who lay fair in the
middle of the path, groaning piteously as he clasped his head, swathed
in a blood-stained bandage, between his hands. I asked him if he was
badly hurt.
"_Si, senor_," he answered; "hurt to the death, I fear, unless I can
obtain speedy help. I could walk no farther, and my companions have
abandoned me. Take me to the house, I pray you, Senor, and let my hurt
be attended to. It will be horrible to die here alone in the open;
moreover, the ants will find me before long, and consider what my fate
will then be."
Dreadful enough, no doubt, if the man were as bad as he considered
himself to be. But I did not believe he was; for though his voice
seemed feeble enough when he began to speak it distinctly gained in
strength as he went on, and I very speedily came to the conclusion that
his weakness was more than half imaginary; also I was not very greatly
disposed to be tender-hearted over the sufferings of such fiends as
these negro outlaws had proved themselves to be; instead, therefore, of
responding to his appeal I asked him curtly:
"Which way have your companions gone?"
"Straight up toward the mountains," he answered, pointing upward along
the path in which I was standing.
"Very well," I said. "It is necessary that I should verify your
statement; I am, therefore, going on a little farther. But I shall soon
be back; and I will then help you to the house and have your wound
attended to, although that will avail you little, for I warn you that
you and the rest of the wounded will be handed over to the authorities
forthwith. And that means for you, death upon the gallows."
The fellow grunted. "Even that will be less disagreeable than being
devoured alive by the ants," he answered.
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