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"You do not take her while I live!" he cried.
"Then I'll take her when you're dead," said Captain Blood, and his
own blade flashed in the sunlight. "The articles provide that any
man of whatever rank concealing any part of a prize, be it of the
value of no more than a peso, shall be hanged at the yardarm. It's
what I intended for you in the end. But since ye prefer it this
way, ye muckrake, faith, I'll be humouring you."
He waved away the men who would have interfered, and the blades
rang together.
M. d'Ogeron looked on, a man bemused, unable to surmise what the
issue either way could mean for him. Meanwhile, two of Blood's men
who had taken the place of the Frenchman's negro guards, had removed
the crown of whipcord from his brow. As for mademoiselle, she had
risen, and was leaning forward, a hand pressed tightly to her
heaving breast, her face deathly pale, a wild terror in her eyes.
It was soon over. The brute strength, upon which Levasseur so
confidently counted, could avail nothing against the Irishman's
practised skill.


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