"I'll be after telling you. Rivarol is a fool to take this chance,
considering what he's got aboard. He carried in his hold the
treasure plundered from Cartagena, amounting to forty million
livres." They jumped at the mention of that colossal sum. "He
has gone into Port Royal with it. Whether he defeats me or not,
he doesn't come out of Port Royal with it again, and sooner or
later that treasure shall find its way into King William's coffers,
after, say, one fifth share shall have been paid to my buccaneers.
Is that agreed, Lord Willoughby?"
His lordship stood up, and shaking back the cloud of lace from his
wrist, held out a delicate white hand.
"Captain Blood, I discover greatness in you," said he.
"Sure it's your lordship has the fine sight to perceive it," laughed
the Captain.
"Yes, yes! Bud how vill you do id?" growled van der Kuylen.
"Come on deck, and it's a demonstration I'll be giving you before
the day's much older."
CHAPTER XXX
THE LAST FIGHT OF THE ARABELLA
"VHY do you vait, my friend?" growled van der Kuylen.
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