His air, as he stepped into the waist of the Arabella, was haughty,
truculent, and disdainful.
Blood, the King's commission now in his pocket, and Lord Julian
standing beside him, waited to receive him, and Captain Calverley
was a little taken aback at finding himself confronted by two men
so very different outwardly from anything that he had expected.
But he lost none of his haughty poise, and scarcely deigned a
glance at the swarm of fierce, half-naked fellows lounging in a
semicircle to form a background.
"Good-day to you, sir," Blood hailed him pleasantly. "I have the
honour to give you welcome aboard the Arabella. My name is Blood
- Captain Blood, at your service. You may have heard of me."
Captain Calverley stared hard. The airy manner of this redoubtable
buccaneer was hardly what he had looked for in a desperate fellow,
compelled to ignominious surrender. A thin, sour smile broke on
the officer's haughty lips.
"You'll ruffle it to the gallows, no doubt," he said contemptuously.
"I suppose that is after the fashion of your kind.
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