Finally, towards evening, Captain Blood went over the side and was
rowed back to his great ship with her red bulwarks and gilded ports,
touched into a lovely thing of flame by the setting sun.
He was a little heavy-hearted. I have said that he was a judge of
men, and his judgment of Levasseur filled him with misgivings which
were growing heavier in a measure as the hour of departure
approached.
He expressed it to Wolverstone, who met him as he stepped aboard
the Arabella:
"You over persuaded me into those articles, you blackguard; and it'll
surprise me if any good comes of this association."
The giant rolled his single bloodthirsty eye, and sneered, thrusting
out his heavy jaw. "We'll wring the dog's neck if there's any
treachery."
"So we will - if we are there to wring it by then." And on that,
dismissing the matter: "We sail in the morning, on the first of the
ebb," he announced, and went off to his cabin.
CHAPTER XIV
LEVASSEUR'S HEROICS
It would be somewhere about ten o'clock on the following morning,
a full hour before the time appointed for sailing, when a canoe
brought up alongside La Foudre, and a half-caste Indian stepped out
of her and went up the ladder.
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