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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Gordon Craig Soldier of Fortune"


"By Gar, I thought you down below, locked in all tight," and he waved
an expressive hand aft.


CHAPTER XXVI
THE NEW PERIL
I laughed, but without paying him the compliment of looking at him.
"I 've changed allegiance, that's all, Broussard. It's money which
makes the mare go with all of us, eh? The Captain turned me loose last
night."
"You wif us? You go volunter?"
"Well, something like that. I 'm to be drill-master, or general, for
those tattered battalions down in the jungles. What do you think of
the job?"
He shrugged his shoulders, and then grinned.
"What ze dif!" and he swept his hands about in expressive gesture.
"Sea--land, if only one gets the price, M'sieur. But for me I like to
go, to move; not lie still an' rot."
"Of course," falling into his mood, "that's in your blood, I reckon,
but the Captain said we were only to hide here for a day."
"Maybe day, maybe week. No one knows how long. We wait till the sea
is clear. Bah! the man 'fraid of shadow. He give me sheep, an' I show
heem."
"You 'd take a chance?"
"Oui, M'sieur. I wait till dark, no more, den I take ze chance. But
ze Capitaine, he no sailor, M'sieur; I know heem long while."
"How long?"
"Oh, seek, eight year."
"Then you can tell me if he is really Judge Henley's son?"
"Oui, M'sieur; 'tis sure I can.


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