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
‘Truly a young bird, and to be caught with the veriest chaff! Why,
man, thou art a pretty dissembler indeed, when thou canst not hear
the butt-end of an old ballad of our country, without leaping and
bellowing like a moon-calf. I can tell thee, that had I been as
unwary, I should have danced from the end of a halter aboard yonder
frigate, long ago!’
By this time, I was recovered from my surprise, and running up to
Peralta, assisted him to scramble out of the bushes, beseeching him
at the same time to explain to me this mystery, and tell me what he
was. Before answering one word, however, he led me quite away from
the cover of the bushes, down to the seaside. ’Where I was hidden,’
he said, ‘another can hide—the open beach keeps safer counsel.’ Then
sitting down upon a great stone—the surf almost coming up to our feet—
‘I suspected you for an Englishman,’ quoth he, ‘the first day I saw
you. And last night I took the liberty of making myself quite sure.
I don’t think you liked the process. But I am an old hand in these
matters, and he must understand his business well, who makes me
believe falsely that what he seems he is. Now, just tell me candidly
how you came here, and perhaps I may help you to what I am pretty
sure you want, and that is a means of getting quit of our friends in
the ranchiera yonder.’
I acknowledged that he had divined my thoughts, as well as he had
penetrated my disguise; and so, in a few words, imparted to him some
outline of my story. He heard me out very attentively; and then says
he—
‘If I were you, I would go to Jamaica, and claim my property.’
‘What property?’ I said, in amazement.
‘Why,’ quoth he, ‘have you not heard of the fate of the Carthagena
galleon? She was taken two days’ sail from the coast by a privateer
schooner, which I understand to be no other than yours—the
Will-o’-the-Wisp. It was the richest prize that hath been captured
in these seas for many a year. The privateer sailed with her into
Port Royal, in Jamaica; and as you say that the captain is a
staunch-hearted fellow; and as Mr. Pratt, whom I know to be a very
honest gentleman, is concerned in the matter, I do not doubt but that
your share of the adventure, to which you are fully entitled, and
which must be very considerable, will be duly accounted for to you.’
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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