The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-09-11
CHAPTER s-Contineud

ChAfIEh S-COnCinou0 TIE paused. There was no answer. But they stood hand-dog and half
 mutinous before him, save flag thorpe, who shrugged and smiled weari- ly. MT. Blood resumed:
 "Ye'fl please to understand that aboard a ship there is one captain. So." He swung again to the startled colonel. '"Though l promise you your life-I must-as you have heard-keep you aboard as hostage for the good behavior of Governor Steed and what's left of the fort untilrwe put to sea-"
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 ''There is no more to be said, gentle men. My name is Blood-ACaptain Blood, if you please, of this ship the Cinco Llagas, taken as aprize of war from Don Diego de Espinosa y Valdez, who is my prisoner aboard"
 The officers went, though not with out some hustling, regardless of the bellowings of Colonel Bishop, whose monstrous rage was famed by terror at finding himself at the mercy of these men of whose cause to hate him he was very fully conscious. As they were running close to the headland east of the bay, Peter Blood returned to the colonel, who, under guard and panic stricken, had dejectedly resumed his seat on the coamings of the main hatch. "
 Gan ye swim, colonel? It's a mercy for you I'm not by nature as bloodthirsty as some of my friends here. And it's the devils own la bor I've had to prevail upon them not to be vindictive.
 It was the thought of Arabella Bishop that had urged him to mercy, and had led him to oppose the natural vindictiyeness of his fellow slaves until he had been in danger of tirely to the fact that the colonel was her uncle, although he did not even begin to suspect such a cause, that he owed such mercy as was now being shown him. Colonel Bishop mastered himself, and rose. Peter Blood gave an order. A plank was run out over the gunwale, and lashed down.
 "Just take a little walk, colonel, darling" said smooth, mocking voice behind him.
 Still clinging, Colonel Bishop looked around in hesitation. He cursed them
 
 then loosed his hold and stepped out upon the plank. Three steps he took before he lost his balance and went tumbling into the green depths below.
 When he came to the surface again. gasping for air, the Cinco Llagas was already some furlongs to leeward. But the roaring cheer of mocking valedic- tion from the rebels-convict reached him across the water, to drive the iron of impotent rage deeper into his soul.
 CAPTER 10
 DON DIEGO
 Don Diego de Espinosa y Valdez awOke, and with languid eyes in ach- ing head, he looked round the cabin, which was flooded with sunlight from the square windows astern. Between the pain in his head and the confusion in his mind, he found coherent thought impossible.
 He was beginning to torture his mind with conjecture, when the door opened, and to Don Diego's increasing mystification he beheld his best suit of clothes step into the cabin. The suit paused to close the door, then advanced toward the couch. on which Don Diego was extended, and inside the suit came a tall, slender gentleman of about Don Diego's own height and shape. Seeing the'wide, startled eyes of the Spaniard upon him, the gentleman heightened his stride.
 Awake, eh?" said he in Spanish.
 "Who the devil are you" he asked. "And what the devil are you doing in my clothes and aboard my ship?'
 My name is Blood-Captain Peter Blood. This ship, like this handsome suit of clothes, is mine by right of conquest. Just as you, Don Diego, are my prisoner"
 And my son? What of my son." he cried out ''He was in the boat that brought me aboard"
 Your son is safe; he and the boat s crew together with your gunner and