Across the Salt Seas
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John Bloundelle-Burton. Across the Salt Seas
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II. SECRET SERVICE
CHAPTER III. I FIND A SHIP
CHAPTER IV. AN ESCAPE
CHAPTER V. THE ENGLISH SHIPS OF WAR
CHAPTER VI. GALLEONS ABOUT!
CHAPTER VII. LAGOS BAY
CHAPTER VIII. ON BOARD H. M. S. PEMBROKE
CHAPTER IX. THE TAKING OF THE GALLEONS
CHAPTER X. SENOR JUAN BELMONTE
CHAPTER XI. FATHER JAIME
CHAPTER XII. WHAT DID THE ADMIRAL DISCOVER?
CHAPTER XIII "DANGERS WORSE THAN SHOT OR STEEL-OR DEATH."
CHAPTER XIV "IT IS WAR TIME! IF IT MUST BE, IT MUST."
CHAPTER XV "DRAW SWORDS!"
CHAPTER XVI. THE FIRST FIGHT
CHAPTER XVII. MY GOD! WHO IS HE?
CHAPTER XVIII. BETRAYED
CHAPTER XIX. THE SECOND FIGHT
CHAPTER XX "THE COWL DOES NOT ALWAYS MAKE THE MONK."
CHAPTER XXI. A NARROW ESCAPE
CHAPTER XXII. WHO? GRAMONT?
CHAPTER XXIII. SENTENCED TO DEATH
CHAPTER XXIV. MY LOVE! MY LOVE!
CHAPTER XXV "AS THE NIGHT PASSETH AWAY."
CHAPTER XXVI. WHAT HAS HAPPENED?
CHAPTER XXVII "LIAR, I WILL KILL YOU!"
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE DEAD MAN'S EYES-THE DEAD MAN'S HANDS
CHAPTER XXIX "LET US KISS AND PART."
CHAPTER XXX. GONE
CHAPTER XXXI. ALWAYS TOGETHER NOW
CHAPTER XXXII. THE END
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It seemed not, however, as though this meeting were very likely to take place yet, since by the time we were off Cape St. Vincent-which was at early dawn of the second morning following the old man's delirium-that person seemed to have become very much restored. 'Tis true he was still very weak, and kept his berth; but otherwise seemed well enough. Also all his fever and wanderings were gone, and as he now lay in his bunk reading of many papers which the negro handed to him from the open uppermost chest, he might, indeed, have passed for that same reverend minister which the captain had, at the beginning, imagined him to be.
Both of us-the captain because he was the captain, and I because I was the only other passenger-had been in and out to see him now and again and to ask him how he did. Yet, I fear, 'twas not charity nor pity that induced either of us to these Christian tasks. For the skipper was prompted by, I think, but one desire, namely, to get the man ashore alive out of his ship, and, thereby, to have done with him. He liked not pirates, he said, "neither when met on the high seas, nor when retired from business"; while as for myself, well! the man fascinated me. He seemed to be, indeed, so scheming an old villain, and to have such a strange past behind him, that I could not help but be attracted.
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"Good day. Come to-morrow night. Now I must sleep." And he began to divest himself of his wig and clothes, upon which I bowed and withdrew.
Be sure I was there the next night at the same time, exchanging my guard with Bertram Saxby, who, alas! was killed shortly afterward at Ruremonde. The day I had passed in sleeping much, for I had a suspicion that it was like enough Ginkell would send me on the service he had spoken of that very night; might, indeed, order me to take horse within the next hour, and I was desirous of starting fresh-of beginning well. He was a rough creature, this Dutch general-or English, rather, now! – and would be as apt as not to give me my instructions as I entered the room, and bid me be miles away ere midnight struck. Therefore I went prepared. Also my horse was ready in its stall.
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