The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish MainAimard, Gustave
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The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish Main
Aimard, Gustave
Buccaneers -- Fiction
Doña Clara, in spite of her perfect faith in the power of Providence,
only replied to this consolation by tears and sobs; she felt herself
condemned.
Don Sancho was hurriedly walking up and down in the front of the
ajoupa, twisting his moustache, stamping his foot passionately, and
revolving in his head the maddest projects.
"Bah," he muttered, at last, "if that demon will not listen to reason,
I will blow out his brains, and that will settle everything."
And highly pleased at having, after so many vain researches, discovered
this expeditious mode of saving his sister from the violence, which the
desire of vengeance would probably suggest to Don Stenio, the young man
lit a cigarette, and patiently awaited the return of the buccaneers,
feeling now quite calm and perfectly reassured about the future.
The Major-domo, who was almost indifferent as to what was going on
around him, and delighted with the hope of the promised thousand
piastres, had turned the time to a good use. Reflecting that on their
return, the buccaneers, doubtless, would not be sorry to find their
breakfast ready, he had placed in front of the fire an iron pot, in
which he placed an enormous lump of meat, to boil, with a reasonable
quantity of water; in lieu of bread, he had thrust several ignamas
under the ashes, and then busied himself with preparing the pimentado,
that absolutely necessary sauce for every buccaneer meal.
The fugitives had held possession of the boucan for nearly an hour and
a half, when they heard furious barking, and some twenty dogs rushed
howling toward them: but a sharp, though still distant whistle recalled
them, and they went off again as quickly as they had come.
A few minutes later, the Spaniards perceived the two buccaneers; they
were running up with a surprising speed, although both bore a load
weighing upwards of a hundredweight, and were in addition embarrassed
by their weapons and hunting equipment.
Their first care, on arriving at the boucan, was to throw on the ground
the eight or ten fresh bull hides, till reeking with blood and grease,
which they brought, and they then advanced toward the strangers, who,
on their side, had risen to receive them.
The dogs, as if they had understood that they must maintain a strict
neutrality, were lying on the grass, but kept their flashing eyes fixed
on the Spaniards, probably ready to spring at their throat upon the
first signal.
"You are welcome at the ajoupa," Lepoletais said, doffing his hat with
a politeness that could hardly have been expected on seeing his rough
appearance. "So long as you like to remain here, you will be regarded
as our brothers; whatever we possess is yours, dispose of it as you
think proper, as well as of our arms, should an occasion offer for you
to demand our help."
"I thank you in the name of my companions, caballero, and accept your
kind proposal," Doña Clara answered.
"A woman!" Lepoletais exclaimed, in surprise, "Pardon me, Madam, for
not recognizing you at once."
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