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memory. Ah, she stood it very well; her head was erect and proud. The cabin door opened, and a rigid female figure with dry outlines, and a smooth head, stood out with severe simplicity against the light of the cabin door. The light falling on Seraphina seemed to show her for the first time. A lamentable voice bellowed:
Senorita! . Senorita!" and then, in an insinuating, heartbreaking tone, “Senorita! ..
She walked quietly past the figure of the woman, and disappeared in the brilliant light of the cabin. The door closed. I remained standing there. Manuel, at her disappearance, raised his voice to a tremendous, incessant yell of despair, as if he expected to make her hear. “ Senorita protection del opprimido; oh, hija de piedad
Senorita." His lamentable noise brought half the ship round us; the sailors fell back before the mate, Sebright, walking at the elbow of a stout man in loose trousers and jacket. They stopped.
"An unexpected meeting, Captain Williams," was all I found to say to him. He had a constrained air, and shook hands in awkward silence.
How do you do?" he said hurriedly. After a moment he addded, with a sort of confused, as if official air, "I hope, Kemp, you'll be able to explain satisfactorily..
I said, rather off-handedly, "Why, the two men I killed ought to be credentials enough for all immediate purposes!"
"That isn't what I meant," he said. He spoke rather with a mumble, and apologetically. It was difficult to see in him any trace of the roystering Williams who had roared toasts to my health in Jamaica, after the episode at the Ferry Inn with the admiral. It was as if, now, he had a weight on his mind. I was tired. I said:
Two dead men is more than you or any of your crew can show. And, as far as I can judge, you did no more than hold your own till I came."
He positively stuttered, "Yes, yes. But ..." I got angry with what seemed stupid obstinacy. "You'd be having a rope twisted tight round your head, os
red-hot irons at the soles of your feet, at this very moment, if it had not been for us," I said indignantly.
He wiped his forehead perplexedly. Phew, how you do talk!" he remonstrated. "What I mean is that my wife
He stopped again, then went on. She took it into her head to come with me this voyage. For the first time.
And you two coming alone in an open boat like this! It's what she isn't used
I simply couldn't get at what he meant; I couldn't even hear him very well, because Manuel-del-Popolo was still calling out to Seraphina in the cabin. Williams and I looked at each other ' he embarrassed, and I utterly confounded.
"Mrs. Williams thinks it's irregular," Sebright broke in," and your young lady being alone—in an open boat at night, and that sort of thing. It isn't what they approve of at Bristol."
Manuel suddenly bellowed out, “Senorita—save me from their barbarity. I am a victim. Behold their bloody knives readyand their eyes which gloat."
He shrank convulsively from the fellow with the bundle of cutlasses under his arm, who innocently pushed his way close to him; he threw himself forward, the two sailors hung back on his arms, nearly sitting on the deck, and he strained dog-like in his intense fear of immediate death. Williams, however, really seemed to want an answer to his absurdity that I could not take very seriously. I said:
"What do you expect us to do? Go back to our boat, or what?"
It seemed to affect him a good deal. "Wait till you are caught by a good woman yourself," he mumbled wretchedly.
Was this the roystering Williams? The jolly good fellow? I wanted to laugh, a little hysterically, because of the worry after great fatigue. Was his wife such a terrifying virago ? "A good woman," Williams insisted. I turned my eyes to Sebright, who looked on amusedly.
" It's all right," he answered my questioning look. "She's a good soul, but she doesn't see fellows like us in the congregation she worships with at home." Then he whispered in my ear, Owner's niece. Older than the skipper. Married him for love
Suspects every woman—every man, too, by George, except me, perhaps. She's learned life in some back chapel in Bristol. What can you expect? You go straight into the cabin," he added.
At that moment the cabin door opened again, and the figure of the woman I had seen before reappeared against the light.
"I was allowed to stand under the gate of the Casa, Excellency, I was in very truth. Oh, turn not the light of your face from
Manuel, who had been silent for a minute, immediately recommenced his clamor in the hope, I suppose, that it would reach Seraphina's ears, now the door was opened.
What is to be done, Owen ? " the woman asked, with a serenity I thought very merciless.
She had precisely the air of having someone "in the house," someone rather questionable that you want, at home, to get rid of, as soon as a very small charity permitted.
Madam," I said rather coldly, "I appeal to your woman's compassion..
Even thus the arch-enemy sets his snares," she retorted on me a little tremulously.
Senorita, I have seen you grow," Manuel called again. Your father, who is with the saints, gave me alms when I was a boy. Will you let them kill a man to whom your father
Snares. All snares. Can she be blessed in going away from her natural guardians at night, alone, with a young man? How can we, consistently with our duty
Her voice was cold and gentle. Even in the imperfect light her appearance suggested something cold and monachal. The thought of what she might have been saying, or, in the subtle way women, making Seraphina feel, in there, made me violently angry, but lucid, too.
She comes straight from the fresh grave of her father," I said. "I am her only guardian."
Manuel rose to the height of his appeal. Senorita, I worshiped your childhood, I threw my hat in the air many times before your coach, when you drove out all in white, smiling, an angel from paradise. Excellency, help me. Excel ...
A hand was clapped on his mouth then, and we heard only a great scuffle going on behind us. The way to the cozy cabin re
mained barred. My heart was kindled by resentment, but by the power of love
soul was made tranquil, for come what absurdity might, I had Seraphina safe for the time. The woman in the doorway guarded the respectable ship's cuddy from the unwedded vagabondage of romance.
"What's to be done, Owen?" she asked again, but this time a little irresolutely, I thought. "You know something of this but I. ."
"My dear, what an idea," began Williams; and I heard his helpless mutters, “Like a hero—one evening—admiral—old Topnambonothing of her—on my soul—Lord's son ...
Sebright spoke up from the side. "We could drive them overboard together, certainly, Mrs. Williams, but that wouldn't be quite proper, perhaps. Put them each in a bag, separately, and drown the one on each side of the ship, decently. ...
"You will not put me off with your ungodly levity, Mr. Sebright."
But I am perfectly serious, Mrs. Williams. It may raise a mutiny amongst these horrid, profane sailors, but I really don't see how we are to get rid of them else. The bo'sun has cut adrift their ramshackle, old sieve of a boat, and she's now a quarter of a mile astern, half-full of water. And we can't give them one of the ship's boats to go and get their throats cut ashore. J. Perkins, Esquire, wouldn't like it. He would swear something awful, if the boat got lost. Now, don't say no, Mrs. Williams. I've heard him myself swear a pound's worth of oaths for a matter of tenpence. You know very well what your uncle is. A perfect Turk in that way."
Don't be scandalous, Mr. Sebright." "But I didn't begin, Mrs. Williams. It's you who are raising all this trouble for nothing; because, as a matter of fact, they did not come alone. They had a man with them. An elderly, most respectable man. There he stands, yonder, with a feather in his hat. Hey! You! Senor caballero, hidalgo, Pedro—MiguelJose—what's your particular saint? Step this way a bit ..."
Manuel managed to jerk a half-choked "Excellency," and Castro, muffled up to the eyes, began to walk slowly aft, pausing after each solemn stride. The dark woman in the doorway was
as effectual as an angel with a flaming sword. She paralyzed me completely.
Sebright dropped his voice a little. "I don't see that's much worse than going off at six o'clock in the morning to get married on the quiet; all alone with a man in a hackney coach—you know you did—and being given away by a perfect stranger."
"Mr. Sebright! Be quiet! How dare you? ... Owen!"
Williams made a vague, growling noise, but Sebright, after muttering hurriedly, " It's all right, sir," proceeded with the utmost coolness :
"Why, all Bristol knows it! There are those who said that you got out of the scullery window into the back street. I am only telling you . .
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself to believe such tales," she cried in great agitation. "I walked out at the gate!"
"Yes. And the gardener's wife said you must have sneaked the key off the nail by the side of the cradle—coming to the lodge the evening before, to see her poor, ailing baby. You ought to know what love brings the best of us to. And your uncle isn't a bloodyhanded pirate either. He's only a good-hearted, hard-swearing old heathen. And you, too, are good-hearted. Come, Mrs. Williams. I know you're just longing to tuck this young lady up in bed poor thing. Think what she has gone through! You ought to be fussing with sherry and biscuits and what not—making that good-for-nothing steward fly round. The beggar is hiding in the lazarette, I bet. Now then—allow me."
I got hold of the matter there again. I said—because I felt that the matter only needed making clear:
This young lady is the daughter of a great Spanish noble. Her father was killed by these pirates. I am myself of noble family, and I am her appointed guardian, and am trying to save her from a very horrible fate."
She looked at me apprehensively.
"You would be committing a wicked act to try to interfere with this," I said.
I suppose I carried conviction.
"I must believe what you say," she said. She added suddenly, with a sort of tremulous, warm feeling, "There, there. I don't