He killed a man to win her."
"He killed a man for her, do you say?" There was horror now in her
voice.
"Yes - a French buccaneer named Levasseur. He was the girl's lover
and Blood's associate on a venture. Blood coveted the girl, and
killed Levasseur to win her. Pah! It's an unsavoury tale, I own.
But men live by different codes out in these parts...."
She had turned to face him. She was pale to the lips, and her hazel
eyes were blazing, as she cut into his apologies for Blood.
"They must, indeed, if his other associates allowed him to live
after that."
"Oh, the thing was done in fair fight, I am told."
"Who told you?"
"A man who sailed with them, a Frenchman named Cahusac, whom I found
in a waterside tavern in St. Nicholas. He was Levasseur's
lieutenant, and he was present on the island where the thing
happened, and when Levasseur was killed."
"And the girl? Did he say the girl was present, too?"
"Yes. She was a witness of the encounter. Blood carried her off
when he had disposed of his brother-buccaneer.
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