“Oh! dead or alive, he shall surely be of your party,” returned the
Rover, with a suddenness and vehemence of utterance that occasioned
both his auditors to start with surprise. “You may not find him an ark
to rest your weary foot on; but, such as he is, he is entirely at your
service. And now, once more, I salute you.”
Bowing again, he proceeded, with his former deliberate air, over the
gangway, keeping his eye riveted on the lofty gear of the “Dart,” as he
descended her side, with much that sort of expression with which a
petit-maître is apt to regard the fashion of the garments of one newly
arrived from the provinces. His superior repeated his invitation with
warmth, and waved his hand in a frank but temporary adieu; thus
unconsciously suffering the man to escape him whose capture would have
purchased the long postponed and still distant advantages for whose
possession he secretly pined, with all the withering longings his hope
cruelly deferred.
Chapter XXVIII.
“Let them accuse me by invention; I will answer in mine honour.”
_Coriolanus._
“Yes!” muttered the Rover, with bitter irony, as his boat rowed under
the stern of the cruiser of the Crown; “yes! I, and my officers, will
taste of your banquet! But the viands shall be such as these hirelings
of the King shall little relish!—Pull with a will, my men, pull; in an
hour, you shall rummage the store-rooms of that fool, for your reward!”
The greedy freebooters who manned the oars could scarcely restrain
their shouts, in order to maintain that air of moderation which policy
still imposed but they gave vent to their excitement, in redoubled
efforts in propelling the pinnace. In another minute the adventurers
were all in safety again under the sheltering guns of the “Dolphin.”
His people gathered, from the haughty gleamings that were flashing from
the eyes of the Rover, as his foot once more touched the deck of his
own ship, that the period of some momentous action was at hand. For an
instant, he lingered on the quarter-deck surveying, with a sort of
stern joy, the sturdy materials of his lawless command; and then,
without speaking, he abruptly entered his proper cabin either forgetful
that he had conceded its use to others or, in the present excited state
of his mind, utterly indifferent to the change. A sudden and tremendous
blow on the gong announced to the alarmed females, who had ventured
from their secret place, under the present amicable appearances between
the two ships, not only his presence, but his humour.
“Let the first lieutenant be told I await him,” was the stern order
that followed the appearance of the attendant he had summoned.
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