Your words have rankled with him. He threw them
at me again and again. He wouldn't take the King's commission;
he wouldn't take my hand even. What's to be done with a fellow like
that? He'll end on a yardarm for all his luck. And the quixotic
fool is running into danger at the present moment on our behalf."
"How?" she asked him with a sudden startled interest.
"How? Have you forgotten that he's sailing to Jamaica, and that
Jamaica is the headquarters of the English fleet? True, your uncle
commands it...."
She leaned across the table to interrupt him, and he observed that
her breathing had grown labored, that her eyes were dilating in
alarm.
"But there is no hope for him in that!" she cried. "Oh, don't
imagine it! He has no bitterer enemy in the world! My uncle is a
hard, unforgiving man. I believe that it was nothing but the hope
of taking and hanging Captain Blood that made my uncle leave his
Barbados plantations to accept the deputy-governorship of Jamaica.
Captain Blood doesn't know that, of course.
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