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When, with both lungs transfixed, he lay prone
on the white sand, coughing out his rascally life, Captain Blood
looked calmly at Cahusac across the body.
"I think that cancels the articles between us," he said. With
soulless, cynical eyes Cahusac considered the twitching body of
his recent leader. Had Levasseur been a man of different temper,
the affair might have ended in a very different manner. But,
then, it is certain that Captain Blood would have adopted in
dealing with him different tactics. As it was, Levasseur commanded
neither love nor loyalty. The men who followed him were the very
dregs of that vile trade, and cupidity was their only inspiration.
Upon that cupidity Captain Blood had deftly played, until he had
brought them to find Levasseur guilty of the one offence they
deemed unpardonable, the crime of appropriating to himself something
which might be converted into gold and shared amongst them all.
Thus now the threatening mob of buccaneers that came hastening to
the theatre of that swift tragi-comedy were appeased by a dozen
words of Cahusac's.


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