..." He shrugged, and waved a hand
towards the Deputy-Governor.
Blood completed the sentence in his own way:
"Ye mean that ye haven't the strength of character to resist the
urgings of a bully." He was apparently at his ease, and actually
smiling. "Well, well - as I said before - praemonitus, praemunitus.
I'm afraid that ye're no scholar, Bishop, or ye'd know that I means
forewarned, forearmed."
"Forewarned? Ha!" Bishop almost snarled. "The warning comes a
little late. You do not leave this house." He took a step in the
direction of the doorway, and raised his voice. "Ho there..." he
was beginning to call.
Then with a sudden audible catch in his breath, he stopped short.
Captain Blood's right hand had reemerged from the breast of his
doublet, bringing with it a long pistol with silver mountings richly
chased, which he levelled within a foot of the Deputy-Governor's
head.
"And forearmed," said he. "Don't stir from where you are, my lord,
or there may be an accident."
And my lord, who had been moving to Bishop's assistance, stood
instantly arrested.
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