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CHAPTER VIII.

Prince. Said you the noble duke was taken prisoner?
Messenger. Yes your highness, and most strangely--Sword
in hand, like a brave knight, he entered the breach at the head of his
soldiers, and before ten of them could follow him, the wall above fell
down and choked up the gap a score of feet in height--making a
second wall.
Prince. And so he was caught with a mere handful of men
within the beleagured city!
Messenger. It is too true your highness.”

A PIRATE'S DECK—A DUTCH BUCCANEER—CHASE—STORM
ENCOUNTER—A PRISONER.

The French goëlette, or tender, which bore the
fanciful name of EULIONE, having on board the
commander of the French frigate “Le Sultan,”
after separating from the larger vessel on gaining
the offing, sailed, as we have before mentioned,
southward, in the direction of Carthagena—while
the former steered easterly for St. Domingo.

The object of Count D'Oyley, in taking an opposite
course to that of his frigate, was to make surer
the chance of intercepting or overtaking the pirate
whom he sought, and who, he supposed, had sailed
for one of his two rendezvous in the West Indian
seas—an uninhabited island near Carthagena, or
the secluded bay on the west coast of St. Domingo.

With the speed of the wind the little vessel flew
over the water, promising, by her unequalled velocity,
soon to gain the advantage which the buccaneer
had obtained by many hours precedence. The

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bosom of the young Frenchman swelled, as, glancing
over the side, he observed the rapid motion of
his vessel flinging the spray to her tops, and leaving
a long track of boiling foam astern. And his eye
passing over the decks lighted with pride and pleasure,
as it met the dark tiers of guns on either side,---
the circles of muskets and boarding pikes around
the masts---racks of cutlasses and pistols lining the
quarter-rail—and upon the gallant band of seamen
whom he had picked from his frigate for this expedition,
on account of their experience, fearlessness,
and fidelity.

Leaving the impatient lover on his pursuit of
retributive justice, we will precede him to the shores
of the Spanish main, toward which his vessel was
rapidly borne.

Noon held her burning sceptre over the southern
Carribbean sea, where our scene now opens, veiling
the tremulous outline of the distant hills of St. Martha
in a gauze-like haze, while the sun, in his high
tropical altitude, was reflected with dazzling brilliancy
in the glassy bosom of the waters.

There was not breath enough to toss a curl on
a maiden's brow. The surface of the ocean was
undimpled, and sleepily rolled its polished waves
towards a coral reef, dotted here and there with
clumps of low mangroves, upon which they broke
with a sudden roar—sometimes leaping quite over
them, and mingling with the calm waters of the lagoons,
which stretched between them and the beach
of the main land.

Beyond this reef, and nearly opposite to the St.
Domingo gate, rising and falling upon the swells
with a swan-like motion, a xebec, or three-masted
schooner rode at anchor. Every spar and line of
rigging was painted upon the water with the accuracy
of reality. Each mast consisted of a single
black stick, crossed obliquely by a long pliant yard,

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upon which was brailed closely up a lateen sail
suspended about half the altitude of the mast from
the deck. The hull, which was about ninety feet
long, was constructed with great breadth of beam,
and flush from stem to stern. Like her spars it
was painted black, with the exception of a narrow
ribbon of red paint drawn around it just below the
gunwale. From her unusual breadth amidships,
the eye would be deceived in estimating her tonnage
too large, but the extreme sharpness of her
bows more than qualified this unusual width, and
while it contradicted her apparent burden—promised
unusual speed.

Two large boats were lashed in the centre, and a
smaller one hung on each quarter. Directly amidships,
and just before the mainmast, on a revolving
carriage, was mounted a long gun, while in sockets
sunk in the frame-work around it were several
thirty-eight pound shot—a size proportioned to the
vast calibre of the piece. Besides this frowning emblem
of war---on either side of the vessel, and half
run out of the ports, which were thrown open for
free circulation of the air, were three cannon of different
calibre and metal---two of them being cast
out of brass and originally intended for heavy field
artillery, the others of iron, carrying eighteen and
twenty-four pound shot. The arms of Spain were
impressed on one, while the crown of Great Britian
and the eagle of the United States, were stamped in
bold relief upon the remainder.

The gun carriages were constructed of heavy
live oak, stained red, and rigged with chains and
cordage to keep them in their places. Bags and
hammocks were stowed away in the nettings in the
bulwarks, which were the height of a man's head
and impervious to musket balls. A forecastle, mainhatchway
and companion-way were the only passages
of communication between the main-deck and

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lower. Around the first were congregated, under a
canvass awning, spread from side to side of the vessel,
about a score of men, in whose harsh and varied
countenances a physiognomist might recognize individuals
of many nations. Although the dark
hair, gleaming eye, and full red lip of the Spaniard,
the swarthy cheek and inferior face of the Portuguese
showed what countries they most numerously
represented.

Some of these were enjoying a siesta after their
rude meal, which they had just shared together—
others were reclining in various easy and indolent
postures upon the deck, with segars between their
lips, laughing and jesting or playing tricks upon
their sleeping fellows. One was kneeling near the
windlass, muttering in a low tone, and lazily fingering
a string of black glass beads, held in his hands,
while one or two, with folded arms, paced moodily
and silently the little clean space under the awning
not occupied by their shipmates.

These men were dressed nearly alike, in blue,
checked, cotton, or canvass trowsers, bound round
their waists by a red, blue, or white sash—and without
shoes or stockings. Conical caps, of various
colours, in which red and blue predominated, were
worn upon their heads—lying beside them on the
deck, or thrust into their bosoms. Some of them
wore woollen shirts of the same colour of their caps,
with the sleeves rolled up, and fastened at the neck
with gold and silver buttons, or else thrown back
over their shoulders exposing broad shoulders and
Herculean chests. Every man was armed with a
long double-edged knife with a broad blade, stuck
without a sheath in his girdle, upon the haft of
which, as they slept, walked or conversed, their
hands mechanically rested. For, in a community
like theirs, where a hasty word is spoken at the
price of the blood of the speaker, it became

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necessary that each one should bear upon his person, at
all times the means of defence and offence.

Heavier weapons, in the shape of cutlasses and
pikes, stood around the masts, and in other convenient
places, ready for their grasp in the moment
of battle.

Under another awning, spread over the larboard
gang-way, and shading the space occupied by two
of the guns, was assembled another and larger
group, whose dress and mode of passing the sultry
hours of mid-day were similar.

On the opposite side of the deck, without the
shade, and in the sun, lay a negro upon his back,
with a grotesque expression upon his ungainly features,
playing with a monkey, which he held struggling
in the air, and who had been curtailed of his
natural and most ornamental appendage, whilst,
undoubtedly for the preservation of symmetry, his
ears had been shorn after the same fashion.

Half a dozen boys, white, black and yellow,
whose heads displayed all the varieties of carroty,
woolly, and strait black hair, were gathered about
him, their coal black eyes sparkling with glee.
Each of these neophytes to the trade of buccaneering,
was naked to the waist, from which depended
an apron, or a pair of loose trowsers, (abridged,) from
dimensions adapted to men of much larger growth.
Small, sheathed knives, which were stuck in the
belt, or string confining their lower and only teguments,
were oftener in use for malice or mischief,
than the broader blades of the men.

One of these youths, whose robes would have
required much enlargement to rival the primitive
fig leaf—was occupied in pricking, by way of practice
in his profession, the hams of the suspended
monkey; and delighting himself, and his particoloured
companions, in the contortions and yells of
the animal.

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Farther aft, was spread an awning, whose scolloped
edges, bound with some bright-red material,
indicated due consciousness of that superiority
which appertains either to the quarter-deck of a
ship of the line, or a pirate-schooner. Beneath this
gay awning reclined various individuals, whose
rank on board the schooner entitled them to protection
from the sun farther astern, than the other lessfavoured
occupants of the vessel.

From the stays, which on either side supported
the after or mizen-mast, was stretched, about three
feet from the deck, a hammock of net-work, in
which lay a heavily-framed man, whose breadth
of shoulders indicated great physical power, while
the rotundity of his short person betrayed the bonvivant.
His head was large, and covered with red,
bushy hair; his complexion, naturally fair, was now
changed to a jocund red; his eyes, small, deep set,
and gray—his forehead fleshy, and his cheeks full,
and hanging; while the lower portion of his face,
drooped into that second, and pleasing fulness,
which bears the appellation of “double-chin.” A
pair of white jean trowsers, enveloped his rotund,
lower limbs---while a loose gingham coat, was
wrapped partially around his body. His height,
or rather length, as he lay in the open hammock,
appeared less than five feet, and judging from the
lines of years which graced his visage, and an
occasional tuft of gray hair, interspersed in the
burning bush, which covered his phrenological
organs, his age might have been a little above forty-five
or six.

At the time we introduce him to the reader, he
was lying with his face upwards, and one leg hanging
out of the hammock, smoking a long fantastic
German pipe, and idly watching the little blue
clouds, as they circled above his head, rolled along
beneath the awning, and floated astern, into the

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outward air. A half-naked African waved over
him a large fan, made of the variegated feathers of
some gorgeous Mexican bird—whom he would
occasionally take his pipe from his mouth to curse,
for roughly blowing some more beautiful wreath,
which had won his eye---breaking into a host of
flickering clouds. The slave's skill, seemed to consist
in cooling the atmosphere around the head of
the smoker, without agitating the spiral wreaths
which were satisfactorily, and at regular intervals,
emitted from his large, vermillion lips.

On the deck, nearly under the hammock, reposed
two other figures, whose dress, and arms, which
they constantly wore, in connection with their
presence on the quarter-deck, indicated them to be
officers. A fourth figure, with dark and handsome
features, rendered unpleasing by an habitual, sinister
expression, with a form slender and athletic, calling
to mind one of the athletæ of ancient Greece---
with flowing white trowsers and loose gingham
frock, confined to his waist by a yellow silk sash---
which also secured pistols and a cutlass---leaned in
an easy attitude against the binnacle, his muscular
arms bared to the shoulder, and folded over his
breast, while the smoke of a segar curled unheeded
over his head. His eyes were habitually fixed
upon the northern horizon, visible between the
awning and the quarter rail, but without that consciousness
which indicated attention to any particular
object. All at once, they lighted up, and dilated,
while his brow was lowered over them, as though to
shade, and strengthen his vision---and with his head
and body advanced, he looked long and steadily,
towards one point of the horizon.

“Vat dat you shee, maat,” slowly interrogated the
corpulent personage in the hammock, as his eye, by
chance, detected the change in the attitude, and
manner of his officer. “No saail, mine Got---
heh!”

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“A sail, I believe it is, captain---my glass here,
you black imps---jump!” he cried, and the troop of
urchins, leaving the monkey in the midst of his
martyrdom, sprung for the campanion-way, but
were distanced by the sans-culotte, who the next
moment placed the spy-glass in the hands of the
officer.

“A schooner, with a gaft top-sail, and top-gallant
mast---I can just see the peak of her main-sail!”
he said, after looking a moment through the instrument.

“Heh! dat shall pe Mynheer, captain Lafitte---
to pe shure! shee if dere pe royals?”

“She has none set---I can't well make out her
spars at this distance---but she brings a breeze with
her, whoever she be! her upper sails belly out
like —,” and looked round at the corporeal curvature
of his captain for an illustration, with a sly
smile of Castillian humour.

“None of dat, Mynheer Martinez, you are put a
strait spar---vereas I'sh am always under full topshails,---
to pe shure. Tam dish hot climate---if haal
don't lay under dish tam Carribbean shee---den I'sh
neber ecshpect to shee it---it melts a maan down, like
trying out fat in de cook's kettlesh. Hugh, hugh,
hugh! it takes mine breat from out de body when
I'sh open mine mout, dis so tamn hot”—Puff, puff!---
“Dere! dat wash a purty curl, wid de ring in de middle
like de shmoke from de mout of de cannonsh,”
he exclaimed. Turning growlingly to the slave,
“Curse you, plack nigger, vat sall mak' you plow
in dis deble sortish style—I'll toss you ofer-poard to
mak' de breesh be coming—to pe shure.”

“I make her out now, distinctly,” said the first
officer---“she is a schooner of about seventy tons,
with fore-top-sail, and top-gallant-sail set. Caramba!
she is walking down this way with a bone in her
teeth.”

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“Ho! there forward---stand by to get under weigh,
the breeze we have so long been wishing for is
coming upon us now, with a light heel---and moreover,
we are likly to have a breeze of long shot, by
the saucy looks of this stranger,” he added, as
before one of those sudden and strong winds, peculiar
to that climate, after a lengthened calm, the vessel
rapidly approached, showing a tier of ports on
her starboard side, which was next to them, out of
which the heads of five or six guns bristled, with a
very warlike air.

“Hah! vat ish dat you shays, maat,” exclaimed
the captain, with some quickness; “hol' dish hammock
tort, you Congee nigger, vilst I gets out---
Dere! vas dere ever such tamn hot vedersh---dish
teck is like de oven vat baked Shadrach, and his
brod'ren. Hugh!” and the portly commander of the
schooner standing upon his legs, after many ponderous
sighs, and irrelevant ejaculations, took the
glass from his mate, and looked steadily at the
advancing vessel.

“Mine Got, it ish true---he vill be carry ten kuns
in hish teck---to pe shure, and full of mansh,”---he
said, with energy, as the schooner now within two
miles of them, hauled her wind and stood towards
Carthagena, seen indistinctly in the distance
through the heated atmosphere, which danced with
a tremulous, wavy motion over every object. With
its silvery beach---battlements groaning with cannon,
its heavy towers, convents, and monasteries,
and surrounding eminences, strongly fortified, with
their sides dotted with picturesque villas, the city
with its surburbs, slept beneath the glowing noon,
in the silence of midnight.

The breeze now ruffled the surface of the water
around their vessel, breaking it into myriads of little
waves, which emulously leaped into the air, as
though to welcome its approach.

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“Man the capstan; heave up the anchor!”
shouted the mate, sternly---and every sleeper sprung
to his feet, and every idler and jester became at once
active and serious.

The capstan soon flew merrily round, and at the
brails and halyards of the lateen sails, ready to obey
the orders of their officer, stood various parties of
the crew.

“Show the trading lugger,”---he added, and the
guns were hastily drawn in, and the ports closed, so
as to present a plain broad side to the stranger.

The anchor was soon hanging from the bows---
the triangular sails of each mast spread to the
breeze---the jib, which extended along the short
bowsprit, was hoisted, and the vessel bending low
before the wind, moved through the water with
increasing velocity.

“Shall we try him captain?” said the mate,
coolly, retiring to the quarter deck, after getting sail
on the schooner.

“Dry--vivty tyfils! Tamn! noting else sall be got
peside, from dish chap, put iron piscuit in te pread
pasket—to be shure,” said he sympathizingly, laying
a hand upon that important portion of his body---
“tyfil a pit sall ve dry him, Martinez.”

“Then, now we are under weigh, shall we steer
for Gonares?” he inquired.

“Yes, Mynheer Martinez—de hatches are as full
as an English-mansh”—

“Or a Dutchman's Captain!” interrupted Martinez,
with a wink to his junior in command.

“Letsh me shpeak Martinez,” grumbled the captain
good-humouredly. “or a Tutchmansh after
Chrishmash tinner—dere is no more room for de
more cargoesh—if we take more prishes—Put de
helm up for Gonaresh!”—

Obedient to the braces the sails swung round until
they lay nearly parallel with the length of the

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vessel and close-hauled on the wind, lying down to
leeward, so that her gunwales dipped deep in the
water the vessel left the shores of Carthagena
behind her, and stood for St. Domingo.

She had sailed on this course but a short time,
when the stranger, who was standing in the opposite
direction, also changed his course hauling close
on the wind and running so as to intercept the buccaneer.

“Martinez, dish looksh shqually---one, two, drie,
vive guns on hish shide.” said the captain as he observed
this measure, “he ish a cruiser---ve musht
fight or show him our heelsh, and vy sall ve fight,
ven dere ish no purpose---ve can take no more
coods---put he vill, may pe, take ush---to pe shure!
It petter not pe fightings---Heh! Martinez”---

“As you say sir---I suspect he is in chase of our
vessel---we can hardly cope with him. Set the gaft
topsails, and hoist away the spencer,” he shouted;---
and this last sail, with three small triangular sails
stretched from the topmasts, which were of one piece
with the lower masts, now spread to the wind, gave
additional speed to the vessel. Groaning and straining
through every joint, she parted the green
waves before her, flinging them around her bows,
and promising to distance the other vessel, which
having the wind on the pirate, now rapidly neared
him.

It now became the object of the pirate to escape
from the armed vessel, which was evidently trying
to cut him off---to this end all his energies were now
directed. The vessels were rapidly approaching
the same point, which, once passed, the pirate felt
there was a chance of his escape.

As he was giving various orders to increase the
speed of the vessel by securing the guns, or changing
their position; and tightening the braces, the
stranger suddenly run up the French flag, and a

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puff of smoke from the side of his vessel was immediately
followd by the report of a cannon, and the
skipping of a round shot across their wake, within a
few fathoms of the stern---

“Heh! vivty tyfils! he shpeaks mit de iron trumpet---Martinez,”
continued the captain with an energy
unlooked for in a man of his corporature---“ve
musht lame him---or dis nicht de tolphins vill eat a
goot supper, from the potty of Mynheer Jacob Getzendauner---to
pe shure!”

“Clear the starboard guns and double shot them---
stand ready to give him a broadside---Here Jacobo,
Andrea, Manuel! where are your ears? level that
long gun and let him have it from stem to stern as
we cross his bows, make a clean sweep through
him!---now stand ready all!”---shouted the young
Spaniard to whom his captain seemed to have resigned
the more active duties of command; and springing
upon the hammock nettings he watched with
a deliberate eye the motions of the approaching
vessel.

The pirate was standing nearly due north, close
hauled upon the wind, which was from the north-west,
and running at the rate of about eight knots,
while the French schooner was standing nearly in a
south-western course, also close-hauled with every
thing drawing endeavouring to keep to the windward
of the pirate, who was using every effort
to prevent the success of this nautical manœuvre.
They were within less than half a mile of each
other when the mate sprung upon the quarter-rail to
watch the favourable moment to disable his opponent.---
The faces of the men and officers in uniform
upon the decks of the strange schooner were easily
discernable by him---and he observed that on board
of her every preparation was made for action.

“Can we cross her fore-foot,---sir? said he, turning

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to his captain, who stood by with a face expressive
of some anxiety but more resolution---

“No---no Martinez---tish an impossible---if ve
letsh him go acrosh our cutvater he vill sink ush,
to pe shure---”

“Shall we give it to him?” inquired the Spaniard,
“it is our only chance!”

“Aye---hoisht avay de crosh and het, and tunder
mit de kuns.”

At his command a black flag, upon which was
painted a red cross, surmounted by a Death's head,
fluttered at the mast-head.

“Now fling open the ports---well aim each gun,
let go sheets and braces all!” he shouted, as the
Frenchman began to show his weather ports—
now she rights, give it to him---fire!” One after
another, in rapid succession, the guns of the starboard
broadside were fired at the schooner, and the
pirate had the satisfaction of witnessing her fore-topmast
fall over the side, cut in two by a shot. The
wounded vessel yawned and fell off from the wind,
whilst the pirate crew shouted like demons at their
success.

“Well done my men!---braces all-hard-a-weather!”
cried the mate, cheerfully.

Once more under steerage-way, the buccaneer
shot ahead and to windward of the chase, who,
wearing round, gave her a broadside which tore up
her forecastle deck, killing two men, breaking an
arm of one of the young apprentices before introduced
to the reader---and slightly injuring the bow-sprit.

The pirate now moved over the water with rapidity,
leaving his wounded pursuer far astern,
though still slowly in chase. With his glass he
could detect the men aloft repairing the rigging,
and setting the topmast while every other spar and

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sail that could be made available was brought into
use.

Night found the vessels more than a league apart,
their repairs, completed, steering the same course,
and still the pursuing and pursued. The wind,
after the sun went down, gradually increased, and
at midnight a storm lashed the waters into foam.
The vessels were separated from each other in the
darkness, and their crews were engaged until day-break
in a battle with elements, instead of each
other. As the morning broke the gale abated,
and by the increased light the pirate saw his opponent
lying to within a third of a mile of him to
windward.

“All hands to make sail,” he shouted, but the
stranger had already discovered him, and was
spreading his canvass, and bearing down upon
him.

“Now we must fight captain!” he said to his
superior officer, who had just come to the deck--“we
have no chance of using our guns in this sea.---
Dios y St. Jago,” he hastily exclaimed, “they are
preparing to board us---Ho! there boarders, all!---
repel boarders!”---he shouted.

Cutlasses and boarding pikes were rapidly passed
from hand to hand along the decks---the men
stripped to their trowsers, placed their pistols in
their belts---and in three divisions at the bows, stern
and midships, headed by the captain; Martinez
and an inferior officer, they stood sullenly and
resolutely to receive their foe.---The sea was rolling
in large waves, over which the armed stranger
rode lightly, as he advanced to engage with the
pirate. The vessels were now within hail of each
other.

“Ho, the schooner, ahoy!” was borne across the
water upon the wind, and distinctly heard above the

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surging of the sea---“Strike your flag or no quarter!”

“A Carthagenian cruiser!” replied Martinez, as
the flag of that state was displayed at the peak.

“What is that he says,” inquired Count D'Oyley,
who had hailed, to his young companion Montville,
who stood by his side---“a cruiser! a pirate, as his
well-shotted guns told us but last night.---Boarders
be ready---I may find here what I wish,” he added
to himself,” or a guide to the present rendezvous of
their chief---Lay her alongside!” he cried, as the
vessel came close to the pirate---“now grapple!”---
he shouted, in a loud energetic voice---and the vessels
came together with a dangerous shock.

Drawing his sword he waved it over his head,
shouting “Allons mes braves!” and bounding over
the bulwarks, he leaped with one bound upon
the deck of the pirate, followed by Montville.---Before
his men could equal his rapid movements, the
pirate's crew had discharged their guns on the side
next to the schooner, the recoil from which, and the
simultaneous shock of a huge wave, breaking upon
her stern, parted the two vessels with violence, and
a succeeding wave swelling to a vast height bore
them at a great distance apart.---The count was
engaged immediately hand to hand with the Spaniard---while
young Montville, was saved from
being run through the body in a dozen places, by
the interference of the captain, who disarmed him
by a blow of his cutlass, and grasping him, thrust
him down the companion-way into the cabin.

“Vasht dere, mine mensh!” he cried to the crew,
who were rushing upon the French officer; “vasht
dere---let Martinez here have dis pretty pit o' fight
to himself. A good poy is Martinez---let him fight—
to pe shure!” and while he spoke, the sword and
cutlass of the combatants rung as they interchanged
fierce and rapid blows.

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“Hold!---are you Lafitte?” cried Count D'Oyley,
parrying the weapon of his antagonist.

“Yes, señor, I am Lafitte---if it please you!”
replied Martinez, eagerly, after an instant's hesitancy.

“Have at you, then---to the death!” cried the
count, raining the blows upon him with a skill and
energy which it required all his activity and presence
of mind to parry. The fight was long and
desperate---the eyes of the Spaniard flashed with a
snake-like brightness, while the countenance of the
Frenchman glowed with fierce and determined energy.
Three times had his sword passed through
the arm of the Spaniard, who, with a chivalry
worthy of a nobler cause, was willing to lose his life
as the personater of Lafitte, rather than confess
himself a less notable antagonist. Once had his
weapon gashed the breast of the Frenchman, when
the captain, who had with difficulty restrained the
buccaneers from rushing aft and cutting down the
stranger, knocked up their weapons.

“Dis vill pe petter stopped, Martinez---dish ish
mine prishoner---he vill mak de ranshom monish. I
vill tak your sword, Mynheer.”

The count, wounded, and weak from loss of
blood, surrendered it, and at the command of the
captain, was conducted by two of the crew into the
cabin.

The mate, hastily staunching the blood from his
slight wounds, looked over the side and saw the
enemy at a distance, with her rudder shot away,
tossed about at the mercy of the waves, and wholly
incapable of renewing the contest. He then gave
orders to make all sail for the rendezvous---and in a
few minutes the schooner stood on her former course,
under pressure of all her canvass.

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Ingraham, J. H. (Joseph Holt), 1809-1860 [1836], The pirate of the gulf volume 1 (Harper & Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf156v1].
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