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Meanwhile the prisoner answered for him.
"I am Henri d'Ogeron, and this is my sister."
"D'Ogeron?" Captain Blood stared. "Are you related by chance to
my good friend the Governor of Tortuga?"
"He is my father."
Levasseur swung aside with an imprecation. In Captain Blood,
amazement for the moment quenched every other emotion.
"The saints preserve us now! Are you quite mad, Levasseur? First
you molest the Dutch, who are our friends; next you take prisoners
two persons that are French, your own countrymen; and now, faith,
they're no less than the children of the Governor of Tortuga, which
is the one safe place of shelter that we enjoy in these islands...."
Levasseur broke in angrily:
"Must I tell you again that it is a matter personal to me? I make
myself alone responsible to the Governor of Tortuga."
"And the twenty thousand pieces of eight? Is that also a matter
personal to you?"
"It is."
"Now I don't agree with you at all." Captain Blood sat down on the
cask that Levasseur had lately occupied, and looked up blandly.


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