Wolves of the Sea - Being a Tale of the Colonies from the Manuscript of One Geoffry - Carlyle, Seaman, Narrating Certain Strange Adventures Which Befell - Him Aboard the Pirate Craft "Namur" by Randall Parrish
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before now, for by this time the schooner should be in water again,
her sides scraped clean of barnacles, fit for any cruise. We have been waiting for you along this coast for several weeks." "Yes, I know. The boat we intended to take met with an accident, while the one we did take proved the slowest tub that ever sailed. How is it here? Are there suspicions?" "None, Senor. We have cruised outside most of the time. Only once were we hailed; while Manuel, with a boat crew, was ashore for nearly a week, picking up such news as he might. There is no warship in these waters." "So I discovered on landing; indeed I was told as much in England. However your disguise is perfect." Estada laughed. "There is no mistaking where the _Namur_ came from, Senor; she's Holland from keel to topmast, but the best sailing Dutchman I ever saw. You said you were being watched on the sloop. Are you known?" The other uttered an oath snarling through his teeth. "'Tis nothing," he explained contemptuously. "No more than the bite of a harmless snake in the grass. A dog of a servant who came over with us--one of Monmouth's brood. He has no knowledge of who I am, nor suspicion of my purpose. It is not that, yet the fellow watches me like a hawk. We had some words aboard and there is hate between us" |
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