Historical fiction; Love stories; Philadelphia (Pa.) -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction; Sea stories
"Any money spent in the matter of Lafargue will be well spent," said
Tarrant. "We must have his friendship; for through him we hope to gain
the countenance of this other Frenchman, Genêt."
"And keep well to mind who and what Genêt is; he is the French
minister, now on his way here for the sole purpose of arming American
ships to sail under the French flag. He was Lafargue's friend in
France," said the big young man, "and we must see to it that he is our
friend here."
Tumblers of hot drink were brought them, and, with the plates and cups
pushed to one side of the table, they talked and drank and planned.
The coming of Lafargue to the city, so it seemed, had startled them,
at first. Untold harm might have been done by it, had not Charles
Stevens happened to be away. But now, on the whole, they were pleased
with the old Frenchman's arrival. Monsieur Lafargue had no legal proof
of any slack dealing, and so he could not appeal to the law; they had
so filled his mind with apprehension that he'd not dare enter the
counting-room of Rufus Stevens' Sons and frankly tell what he thought
of the various transactions that troubled him. Altogether it was
agreed, they were safe from him. And his tightened circumstances now
delivered him into their hands; being a friend to the French agent,
he'd have much influence. Legalized piracy! By God, it was like a dream
of paradise! You sailed the seas with a good ship under you; you took
what you liked, and the law supported you! Oh, yes, on the whole they
were now pleased with the old Frenchman's coming. They had hoped in the
regular course of things to get commissions for a vessel or two from
Genêt; but now, look you, a fleet was not impossible. Give them the
harrying of the seas for three months' time, and you, or any one else,
could do what you pleased. They would be satisfied.
"But," said old Amos Bulfinch, as he was about to go, "I have seen
Lafargue's daughter. She is not one to be easily misled. By some chance
she might distrust this matter of ours, and might warn her father away."
"Never fear for that," said Tarrant, as he rang the bell for more
drink. "That event has been provided for, and by no less a person than
Weir himself. He has suggested a little ruse, to safeguard those things
in which he is interested; but it so chances that it safeguards our
venture as well. You need fear nothing from the girl; she will have her
mind filled with other matters, I promise you that."
"Keep your ears open in the next few days," smiled the big young man.
"Common gossip will tell you much."
Old Amos wore the look of a peaceful saint, so calm was he of face, so
rosy of color, so white of hair, as he bade them good night; and then
he went out, leaving them together at the table awaiting the liquor
they had ordered.
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