... on it, vows it's his own, taken from him years before by some picaroons on his
outward voyage. Out from the agent's comes another, and swears that Castro is
one of the self-same crew. He himself purported to be the master of the very ship.
What's the ship?” I was at a loss, but Carlos said out of the darkness, “The ship
the Thames. My friend Seņor Ortiz, of the Minories, said you would know.” “Oh, I
know, I know,” Rangsley said softly; and, indeed, he did know all that was to be ...
And then old Rangsley hove to, to wait for the ship, and sat half asleep, lurching
over the tiller. He was a very unreliable scoundrel. The boat leaked like a sieve.
The wind freshened, and we three began to ask ourselves how it was going to ...
I made out ghastly parallelograms of a ship's sails high above us, and at last
many faces peering unseeingly over the rail in our direction. We all shouted
together. I may say that it was thanks to me that we reached the ship. Our boat
went down ...
There were all the elements of romance about Carlos' story— except the actual
discomforts of the ship in which we were sailing. He himself had never been in
Cuba or seen his uncle; but he had, as I have indicated, ruined himself in one
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