Heralds of Empire - Being the Story of One Ramsay Stanhope, Lieutenant to Pierre Radisson in the Northern Fur Trade by Agnes C. (Agnes Christina) Laut
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the size is not that of a woman or a boy!"
And he led back to the beach. "Yon ship was a pirate," began Godefroy, "and if buccaneers be about----" "Hold your clack, fool," interrupted M. Radisson, as if the fellow's prattle had cut into his mental plannings; and he bade us heap such a fire as could be seen by Indians for a hundred miles. "If once I can find the Indians," meditated he moodily, "I'll drive out a whole regiment of scoundrels with one snap o' my thumb!" Black clouds rolled in from the distant bay, boding a stormy night; and Godefroy began to complain that black deeds were done in the dark, and we were forty leagues away from the protection of our ships. "A pretty target that fire will make of us in the dark," whined the fellow. M. Radisson's eyes glistened sparks. "I'd as lief be a pirate myself, as be shot down by pirates," grumbled the trader, giving a hand to hoist the shed of sheet canvas that was to shield us from the rains now aslant against the seaward horizon. At the words M. Radisson turned sharply; but the heedless fellow gabbled on. "Where is a man to take cover, an the buccaneers began shooting from |
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