Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
French, and then to the men in English;--which was, that, having rowed
off to the pirate vessel in the very boat from which Gonsalvo had just
landed, and which then lay awaiting his return, I would endeavour to
pass myself off for a French officer, belonging to the pirate ship known
to be at the other station, who, being on a visit to Gonsalvo, had been
deputed by him to bring the father of the girl ashore, for the purpose
of extorting an exorbitant ransom; and, that on our return, we would
double the south-eastern point of the island, where there was an
intricate passage well known to me, through which we could find our way
into the sheet of water on the north-west side of it, where Tom and the
girl might wait for us in my boat.
"To this perilous scheme the men agreed, although with visible
reluctance; and it was immediately put in execution. The body of
Gonsalvo was stript of its gay vestments, which I shudderingly drew on,
while wet and warm with his blood; and from which every distinctive
ornament was carefully removed. It was a fearful venture; but the
squalid rags which I previously wore, would have worse accorded with the
character I had to sustain. Tom was then sent off, along with the girl,
toward my boat, while I and the rest of the men ran down to the opposite
shore, sprang into the boat of Gonsalvo, rudely tumbled out three men
who had been left in charge of her, and rowed off to the pirate vessel,
leaving the men standing on the beach and looking after us in stupid
amazement. While on our way, we were deeply meditating upon, and
carefully arranging all that was to be said and done, feeling how
perilous it would be in a matter which required such extreme delicacy,
to be compelled '_capere consilium ex improviso_.' A boat cloak, thrown
negligently around me, aided in concealing my borrowed and bloody
garments; several of the men who seemed to have the firmest nerves were
instructed to go on board and remain carelessly sauntering about; while
one of them brought off the father of the girl, and I endeavoured to
keep the chief officer in play. On approaching, I gallantly hailed;
begged to see the chief officer; gave up my assumed name; spoke of my
pretended visit to, and of the pretended errand on which I had been sent
by Gonsalvo; and mightily wondered how he, Gonsalvo, should have thought
such a poor squalling wretch of a creature good for anything, but to
extort an exorbitant ransom from her father, whom for that purpose I was
forthwith to bring ashore. I began with speaking in French, in which the
foreign accent would be less perceptible to a Spaniard, and then in such
imperfect Spanish as a French officer might be expected to use. My
masquerade escaped detection, and the bait took. The father of the girl,
with his wobegone, yet noble-looking features, was received into the
boat; all my companions leisurely followed one after another and resumed
their oars. Jack Fid came last of all, carrying in his hand a huge
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