Then he uttered an
inarticulate cry of rage, and his hand swept to his sword. But
even as his fingers closed upon the hilt, the other's closed upon
his wrist to arrest the action.
"Calm, Don Miguel!" he was quietly but firmly enjoined. "Do not
recklessly invite the ugly extremes such as you would, yourself,
have practised had the situation been reversed."
A moment they stood looking into each other's eyes.
"What do you intend by me?" the Spaniard enquired at last, his voice
hoarse.
Captain Blood shrugged. The firm lips smiled a little. "All that
I intend has been already accomplished. And lest it increase your
rancour, I beg you to observe that you have brought it entirely
upon yourself. You would have it so." He turned and pointed to the
boats, which his men were heaving from the boom amidships. "Your
boats are being launched. You are at liberty to embark in them
with your men before we scuttle this ship. Yonder are the shores
of Hispaniola. You should make them safely. And if you'll take my
advice, sir, you'll not hunt me again.
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