And in that case where was the genius that would have
turned the tables on these rascally Spaniards?"
"Why speak of it now?"
Mr. Blood resumed: "ye'll please to understand that I must, Colonel,
darling. Ye've worked a deal of wickedness and cruelty in your time,
and I want this to be a lesson to you, a lesson that ye'll remember
- for the sake of others who may come after us. There's Jeremy up
there in the round-house with a back that's every colour of the
rainbow; and the poor lad'll not be himself again for a month. And
if it hadn't been for the Spaniards maybe it's dead he'd be by now,
and maybe myself with him."
Hagthorpe lounged forward. He was a fairly tall, vigorous man
with a clear-cut, attractive face which in itself announced his
breeding.
"Why will you be wasting words on the hog?" wondered that sometime
officer in the Royal Navy. "Fling him overboard and have done with
him."
The Colonel's eyes bulged in his head. "What the devil do you mean?"
he blustered.
"It's the lucky man ye are entirely, Colonel, though ye don't guess
the source of your good fortune.
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