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He was clad in drawers of hairy,
untanned hide, and a red blanket served him for a cloak. He was
the bearer of a folded scrap of paper for Captain Levasseur.
The Captain unfolded the letter, sadly soiled and crumpled by
contact with the half-caste's person. Its contents may be
roughly translated thus:
"My well-beloved - I am in the Dutch brig Jongvrow, which is
about to sail. Resolved to separate us for ever, my cruel father
is sending me to Europe in my brother's charge. I implore you,
come to my rescue. Deliver me, my well-beloved hero! - Your
desolated Madeleine, who loves you."
The well-beloved hero was moved to the soul of him by that
passionate appeal. His scowling glance swept the bay for the
Dutch brig, which he knew had been due to sail for Amsterdam with
a cargo of hides and tobacco.
She was nowhere to be seen among the shipping in that narrow,
rock-bound harbour. He roared out the question in his mind.
In answer the half-caste pointed out beyond the frothing surf that
marked the position of the reef constituting one of the stronghold's
main defences.


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