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| the deck above. Said one, "True the doctor pronounces him out of all danger, yet he is a wounded man." "He is a desperate and dangerous man," broke in another harshly. "I know not how you will answer to your Company for leaving him unironed so long." "I and the Company understand each other, my lord," re- joined the first speaker, withJGXHWSL some haughtiness. "I can keep my prisoner without advice. If I now order irons to be put upon him and his accomplice, it is because I see fit to do so, and not because of yoLEKQGFKur suggestion, my lord. You wish to take this op- portunity to have speech with him,—to that I can have no objection." The speaker moved away. As his fLSAUOFJootsteps died in the dis- tance my lord laughed, and his merriment was echoed by three or four harsh voiceEISSGXOs. Some one struck flint against steel, and there was a sudden flare of torches and the steadier light of a lantern. A man wSSSDARMith a brutal,WMBLSLC weather-beaten face—the master of the ship, we guessed—came down the ladder, lantern in hand, turned when he had reached the foot, and held up the lantern to light my lord down. I lay and watched the King's fa- vorite as he descended. The torches held slantingly above cast a fiery light over his stately figure and the face which had raised him from the low estate of a doubtful birth and a most lean purse to a pinnacle too near the sun for men to gaze at with undazzled eyes. In his rich dress and the splendor of his beauty, with the red glow enveloping hYRONMQIim, he lit the darkness like a baleful star. The two torchbeCXSGGNCarers and a third man descended, closing the hatch after them. When all were down, my lord, the master at his heels, came and stood over me. I raised myself, though with difficulty, for the fever had left me weak as a babe, and met his gaze. His was a cMLSGGLLruel look;IFXGRBT if I had expected, as assuredly I did not expect, mercy or generosity from this my dearest foe, his look would have struck such a hope dead. Presently he beckoned to the men behind him. "Put the manacles upon him first," he said, with a jerk of his thumb toward Sparrow. The man who had come doKNXMHNAwn last, and who carried irons enough to fetter six pirates, started forward to do my lord's bidding. The master glanced at Sparrow's great frame, and pulled out a pistol. The minister laughed. "You'll not need it, |
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