"By the beards of all my sainted Buccaneers," began Morgan, springing
angrily to his feet, "I'll have your life!"

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen--my noble ruffians!" expostulated Kidd. "Come, come;
this will never do! I must have no quarrelling among my aides. This is no
time for divisions in our councils. An entirely unexpected element has
entered into our affairs, and it behooveth us to act in concert. It is no
light matter--"

"Excuse me, captain," said Abeuchapeta, "but that is where you and I do
not agree. We've got our ship and we've got our crew, and in addition we
find that the Fates have thrown in a hundred or more women to act as
ballast. Now I, for one, do not fear a woman. We can set them to work.
There is plenty for them to do keeping things tidy; and if we get into a
very hard fight, and come out of the mêlée somewhat the worse for wear, it
will be a blessing to have 'em along to mend our togas, sew buttons on our
uniforms, and darn our hosiery."

Morgan laughed sarcastically. "When did you flourish, if ever, colonel?"
he asked.

"Do you refer to me?" queried Abeuchapeta, with a frown.

"You have guessed correctly," replied Morgan, icily. "I have quite
forgotten your date; were you a success in the year one, or when?"

"Admiral Abeuchapeta, Sir Henry," interposed Kidd, fearing a further
outbreak of hostilities--"Admiral Abeuchapeta was the terror of the seas
in the seventh century, and what he undertook to do he did, and his