Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-12-30
CAPTAIN
BLOOD
By Rafael Sabafini
RAFAEL SABkIINi
RppCr NEA SEpNcErc

YOU harbor?"
Z The yeoman took alarm at that
feroeious turbulence. 1t expressed
itself in his trembling voice.
II . 1 am no harborer OF
rebels, sir. This wounded gentle
man . . :"
Il a see for myself" The Cap
tain stamped forward to the day bed,
and scowled down upon the gray
faced sufferer.
"Out with him, my lads"
MIR. Blood got between the day bed
and the troopers.
I'm the name of humanity, SIR"
said he, on a note of anger. This is
England, not Tangiers. The gentle
man is in sore case. He may not be
! moved without peril to his life
Captain Hobart was amused.
who the hell may you be?" he
exploded.
MY name is Blood, sir-Peter
Blood, at YOU service"
What brings you here, sir
This wounded gentleman. I was
fetched to attend him. l am a physi-
clan practicing my calling in the
town of B~ridgewater."
The Captain sneered. (which you
reached by way Of Lyme Regis in
the following of your bastard Duke"
1t was Mr.. Blood's turn to sheer.
IF your wit were as Big as your
voice, my dear, it's the great mar
you'd be by this"
For a moment the dragon was
speechless. The color ~deepened in
his face.
you may find me great enough to
hang you
And then his lordship spoke for
himself, in a weak voice.
II make no concealment of my
association with the Duke of Mon
mouth. I'll take the consequences.
But, if you please, I'll take them
after trial-by my peers"
Take up the day bed" said Cap
tain Hobart, "and convey him on
that to Bridgewater. Lodge him in
the goal until 1 take order about
him."
Gildoy made a feeble effort to put
forth a hand toward Mr.. Blood.
''Sir," he said, you leave me in
your debt. If / live 1 shall study
how to discharge it."
As his lordship was carried out,
the Captain became brisk. He turned
upon the yeoman.
What other cursed rebels do you
harbor?"
None other, sir. His lordship . -
But the Captain did not heed him.
He was stopping to pick up a soiled
and dusty hat in which there was
pinned a little bunch of oak leaves.
1t had been lying near the clothes
press in which the unfortunate Pitt
had taken refuge. The Captain
smiled inadvertently.
Then the Captain stepped to the
press, and pulled open one of the
wings of its massive oaken door. He
took the huddled inmate by the col
lar of his doublet and lugged him
out into the open.
The soldiers trailed out by the
door leading to the interior. Mr..
Blood was thrust by his guards into
the courtyard. From the threshold
of the hall, he looked back at Cap
tain Hobart, and his sapphire eyes
were blazing.
CHAPTER III
The Lord Chief Justice
1t was not until two months later
on the 10th of September--that
Peter Blood was brought to trial.
upon a charge of high treason Two
months of inhuman, unspeakable i'm
pIlSOIIleHL Hdu iuONeu HIS ullilu u a
cold and deadly hatred of King
James and his representatives.
His chain companion on that
march to prison had been the same
Jeremy Pitt who had been the agent
OF his present misfortunes. The
yoEng shipmaster had remained his
close companion after their common
arrest.
The hall, even to the galleries -
thronged with spectators, most of
whom were ladies - was hung in
scarlet.
At the upper end. on a raised dais,
sat the Lords Commissioners, the
five judges in their scarlet robes and
heavy dark periwigs, Baron Jeffreys
of Wen enthroned in the middle
place.
The prisoners filed in under guard.
Mr.. Blood considered with interest
the twelve good men and r that
composed the jury. Neither good
nor rue did they look.
From them Mr.. Blood's calm, de-
liberate glance passed on to con-
slider the Lords Commissioners, and
particular the presiding Judge
whose terrible fame had come ahead
of him from Dorchester.
The clerk called upon Andrew