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I certainly did not think he had taken a watch; but I did not relinquish the idea that
he, in a glamorous, romantic way, had been a pirate. Rooksby had certainly
hinted as much in his irritation. He lost none of his romantic charm in my eyes.
Then it rumbled out some remarks about “pirates, vermin, coast of Cuba.” Carlos
came to the side, and looked after the man-of-war in the distance. “You could
help us,” I heard him mutter. ... CHAPTER V HERE was a lad called Barnes, a 34
“Hanged 1 Pirates!” Was Carlos really a pirate, or Castro, his humble friend? It
was vile of me to suspect Carlos. A couple of men, meeting by the scuttle, began
to talk loudly, every word coming plainly to my ears in the stillness of my misery, ...
“Your uncle the pirate!” I cried, and was amazed at my own words. Tomas Castro
sprang up, and placed his rough, hot hand over my lips. “Be quiet, John Kemp,
you fool!” he hissed with sudden energy. He had spruced himself, but I seemed to
Naturally enough, we had talked of the mysterious town in which the pirates were
supposed to have their headquarters. “I know no more than others,” Ramon said,
“save, seņor, that I lose much more because my dealings are much greater.
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