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
The old officer reflected for a moment: at last he decided to speak,
resolved, if the opportunity offered itself hereafter, to make the
sailor pay dearly for all his agony and humiliation.
"The Count," he said, "engaged me to go to Paris, and negotiate with
the Duc de Bellegarde, in order to bring him back his order of release,
which the duke is certain to obtain from the king."
"That is good. And when do you intend to start for Paris?"
"I have started."
"Ah! Ah!" said Michael, with a laugh. "It appears that you have stopped
on the road, but that has nothing to do with the affair. Is that all?"
"Nearly so."
"Hum! then there is something else?"
"Less than nothing."
"No matter--out with it, for I am very curious. Did not the Count
promise you something?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"Fifty thousand livres," the Major said, with repugnance.
"Ah, ah, that is a tidy sum! And you were setting about earning it in
a strange fashion; but I do not wish to refer to that any more. Do
you wish to recover your diamond, and at the same time gain the fifty
thousand livres promised by the Count? Speak, it depends on yourself."
"You are jesting with me, and not speaking seriously."
"Never, on the contrary, have I been more serious. On the Count's
arrival at the castle you command, you were only a poor scrub of an
officer of fortune, who, during his whole life, had been struggling
against odds, and perched like an owl on an old wall, you were exposed
on your isle to die as you had lived; that is to say, without a rap.
During the last fifteen or eighteen months, things have completely
changed with you. With what you have extorted from the Count, and what
his enemies have given you, you have succeeded in getting together a
very decent sum. Admitting that you were to receive the Count's fifty
thousand livres, and I were to give you back the diamond, it would
produce you a perfectly independent fortune, enabling you to retire
when you pleased, and end your days in joy and abundance. Is not that
your opinion?"
"Certainly, but I shall not touch the 50,000 livres, and the diamond
you have taken from me."
"That is true, but," he added, "it is only dependent on yourself,
Major, to have it again in your possession."
"What must I do for that?"
"That is what I was waiting for, Major; you consent then, to enter into
an arrangement?"
"I must; have I my free will at this moment?"
"A man always has it when he likes, Major, you know that as well as I
do; the only thing is, that as you are a man endowed with a strong dose
of intelligence, and understand, that when a person has made a fortune
by means more or less honourable, he must keep it at all hazards, you
are beginning to lend a more attentive ear to the propositions which
you guess I am preparing to make you, for you are at length convinced
that it is to your interest to come to an understanding with me."
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