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Goddam! And the
cats - oh, the cats they wait for us! The cats are those four
Spanish ships of war that have come meantime. And they wait for us
outside the bottle-neck of this lagoon. Mort de Dieu! That is what
comes of the damned obstinacy of your fine Captain Blood."
Wolverstone laughed. Cahusac exploded in fury.
"Ah, sangdieu! Tu ris, animal? You laugh! Tell me this: How do
we get out again unless we accept the terms of Monsieur the Admiral
of Spain?"
From the buccaneers at the foot of the steps came an angry rumble
of approval. The single eye of the gigantic Wolverstone rolled
terribly, and he clenched his great fists as if to strike the
Frenchman, who was exposing them to mutiny. But Cahusac was not
daunted. The mood of the men enheartened him.
"You think, perhaps, this your Captain Blood is the good God. That
he can make miracles, eh? He is ridiculous, you know, this Captain
Blood; with his grand air and his...."
He checked. Out of the church at that moment, grand air and all,
sauntered Peter Blood.


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