"In any case," said her father, "he treated us with the utmost
consideration. We were his guests rather than his prisoners, though
indeed we were safer as the latter. He even concealed from his men my
rank in His Majesty's service, which he had had from my daughter in
conversation, fearing that he might not be able to protect a British
Admiral, though it came near to being worse that I was an English
lord. For on the approach of Admiral Lord Nelson and his fleet, when
it became certain that the city must fall, the common sort among his
men, who are pure brigands, announced their intention of carrying us
off to the mountains, and on the pain of death to me (which would
doubtless have been suggested by a present of my cars) and selling my
daughter to the French, extracting a great ransom. To cut a long story
short, and knowing the unbending character of yourself and Nelson, we
had many conversations through my daughter, and the best that could be
done for us seemed to be that he should come to you as he came, and in
the event of failure should, after warning you to take possession in
the shortest possible time, lock us up in the store-room where you
found us, pass the key in through the window, and endeavour to
frighten the baser sort of his men into flying with him, without
thought of us. But he warned us, in case of accidents, not to attempt
to let ourselves out until we heard the voices of the English force,
and then to show a white handkerchief and parley."
"So ho!" ejaculated the Captain.
"Our precautions nearly cost us our liberty. The Count had become
extremely attached to my daughter, and she was in such peril when these
heavy guns of yours began to play on this old cockleshell--though I
must say she stood fire like a man while it was being knocked to pieces
over our heads--that he begged you not to fire while he was evacuating.
This encouraged the brigands to steal back again as soon as they had
evacuated, and search the fort. Fortunately for us they were some time
in finding us, and the door was very strong."
"You have forgotten, father, that he gave you back your sword and one
of his two pistols before he locked us up."
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