Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneerReach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
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Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneer
Reach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
Buccaneers -- Fiction; Historical fiction
At this the poor fellow, understanding the device, looked up
pitifully in my face—
‘I have a wife,’ quoth he, ‘and she will also think——’ Here his voice
failed him, and the honest creature began to whimper.
‘Come—come,’ I broke in: ‘you may go back to your wife, Quashy, if
you like, after we have the galleon, but till then you are one of
us.’ I think the negro had sense to see, that whining would not make
his case any the better, for he dried up his eyes, and pointing
ahead, told us, that the ship riding nearest the shore was the
galleon.
Slowly and cautiously we rowed, describing a great circle round to
seaward, so as to keep out of the way of the outermost ships. Their
lights fell in long rays across the water, and we could hear the
voices of the men aboard as they talked. Once we were hailed, and
I ordered Pedro to reply—saying we were fishermen returning from
catching pisareros, to have them ready for the early market—but
no one offered to interrupt us, until the shallop floated in the
shadow of the great carved quarter galleries of the galleon. The
ship appeared well nigh deserted. The lap of the water against her
sides, and the cheep of the rudder, as it moved a little way to and
fro in the calm, were all the sounds about her. Had there been but
a slight puff of wind from the shore we might have cut her cable,
boarded her, and fairly carried her away; but in a calm such an
enterprise was out of the question. So, we were preparing to push
off, well satisfied with our reconnoitring, when a light suddenly
fell upon the carved figure of a saint, which formed one of the stern
ornaments, and at the same time I could hear, though faintly, men’s
voices in conversation. It would appear that some one had entered
the great cabin with a light, and one of the windows being open,
advertised us of the circumstance. All at once it occurred to me
that, if I heard somewhat of the conversation, it was just possible
that I might pick up some information as to the exact time the ship
would sail, and the exact track she would follow; or perhaps the
vision of a rope left carelessly dangling from the quarter into the
water, had something to do with the notion. Catching the cord, I
found it firmly attached above, and so, communicating in a whisper
to the crew of the shallop my intention, I swung myself up, and
presently gained footing amid the great masses of carved work, being
wreaths and coronals of flowers, and graven figures and symbols of
war and peace, with which the Spaniards overload the sterns of their
ships, going to great cost for little utility; and then a slight
further exertion brought me into a gallery running round the great
cabin, and fenced in with a sort of massive and curiously wrought and
fretted railing. Then, crouching down, I crept to the window from
whence came the voices and the light. There was a carved saint very
handy, close by the casement, and favoured by his wooden holiness,
I looked securely into the cabin.
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