ion, both
breathing heavily. At length I flung his arm from me and stepped back.
"I fight not my prisoner," I said, "nor, while the lady you have named
abides upon that ship with the nobleman who, more than myself, is
answerable for her being there, do I put my life in unnecessary hazard.
I will endure the smart as best I may, my lord, until a more convenient
season, when I will salve it well."

I turned to Mistress Percy, and giving her my hand led her down to the
boats; for I heard the fruit gatherers breaking through the wood,
and the hunters for eggs, black figures against the crimson sky, were
hurrying down the beach. Before the night had quite fallen we were out
of the fairy harbor, and when the moon rose the islet looked only a
silver sail against the jeweled heavens.

CHAPTER XXIV IN WHICH WE CHOOSE THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS

THE luck that had been ours could not hold; when the tide turned, it
ebbed fast.

The weather changed. One hurricane followed upon the stride of another,
with only a blue day or two between. Ofttimes we thought the ship was
lost. All hands toiled like galley slaves; and as the heavens darkened,
there darkened also the mood of the pirates.

In sight of the great island of Cuba we gave chase to a bark. The sun
was shining and the sea fairly still when first she fled before us;
we gained upon her, and there was not a mile between us when a cloud
blotted out the sun. The next minute our own sails gave us occupation
enough. The storm, not we, was victor over the bark; she sank with a
shriek from her decks that rang above the roaring wind. Two days later
we fought a large caravel. With a fortunate shot she brought down our
foremast, and sailed away from us with small damage of her own. All that
day and night the wind blew, driving us out of our course, and by dawn
we were as a shuttlecock between it and the sea. We weathered the gale,
but when the wind sank there fell on board that black ship a menacing
silence.

In the state cabin I held a council of war. Mistress Percy sat beside
me, her arm upon the table, her hand shadowing her eyes; my lord,
opposite, never took his gaze from her, though he listened gloomily to
Sparrow's rueful assertion that the brazen game we had been playing was
well-nigh over. Diccon, standing behind him, bit his nails and stared at
the floor.

"For myself I care not overmuch," ended the minister. "I scorn not life,
but think it at its worst well worth the l