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lags flying at the masthead； all stood out sharp and uncompromisingly clear against the vivid background of space； sky； and sea； there was nothing to alter the color but the shadow cast by the great cloudlike sails。
A glorious day； a fair wind； and the fatherland in sight； a sea like a mill…pond； the melancholy sound of the ripples； a fair； solitary vessel； gliding across the surface of the water like a woman stealing out to a trystit was a picture full of harmony。 That mere speck full of movement was a starting…point whence the soul of man could descry the immutable vast of space。 Solitude and bustling life； silence and sound； were all brought together in strange abrupt contrast； you could not tell where life； or sound； or silence； and nothingness lay； and no human voice broke the divine spell。
The Spanish captain； the crew； and the French passengers sat or stood； in a mood of devout ecstasy； in which many memories blended。 There was idleness in the air。 The beaming faces told of complete forgetfulness of past hardships； the men were rocked on the fair vessel as in a golden dream。 Yet； from time to time the elderly passenger； leaning over the bulwark nettings； looked with something like uneasiness at the horizon。 Distrust of the ways of Fate could be read in his whole face； he seemed to fear that he should not reach the coast of France in time。 This was the Marquis。 Fortune had not been deaf to his despairing cry and struggles。 After five years of endeavor and painful toil； he was a wealthy man once more。 In his impatience to reach his home again and to bring the good news to his family； he had followed the example set by some French merchants in Havana； and embarked with them on a Spanish vessel with a cargo for Bordeaux。 And now； grown tired of evil forebodings； his fancy was tracing out for him the most delicious pictures of past happiness。 In that far…off brown line of land he seemed to see his wife and children。 He sat in his place by the fireside； they were crowding about him； he felt their caresses。 Moina had grown to be a young girl； she was beautiful； and tall； and striking。 The fancied picture had grown almost real； when the tears filled his eyes； and； to hide his emotion； he turned his face towards the sea…line； opposite the hazy streak that meant land。
〃There she is again。 。 。 。 She is following us！〃 he said。
〃What？〃 cried the Spanish captain。
〃There is a vessel；〃 muttered the General。
〃I saw her yesterday；〃 answered Captain Gomez。 He looked at his interlocutor as if to ask what he thought； then he added in the General's ear； 〃She has been chasing us all along。〃
〃Then why she has not come up with us； I do not know；〃 said the General； 〃for she is a faster sailor than your damned /Saint… Ferdinand/。〃
〃She will have damaged herself； sprung a leak〃
〃She is gaining on us！〃 the General broke in。
〃She is a Columbian privateer；〃 the captain said in his ear； 〃and we are still six leagues from land； and the wind is dropping。〃
〃She is not /going/ ahead； she is flying； as if she knew that in two hours' time her prey would escape her。 What audacity！〃
〃Audacity！〃 cried the captain。 〃Oh！ she is not called the /Othello/ for nothing。 Not so long back she sank a Spanish frigate that carried thirty guns！ This is the one thing I was afraid of； for I had a notion that she was cruising about somewhere off the Antilles。Aha！〃 he added after a pause； as he watched the sails of his own vessel； 〃the wind is rising； we are making way。 Get through we must； for 'the Parisian' will show us no mercy。〃
〃She is making way too！〃 returned the General。
The /Othello/ was scarce three leagues away by this time； and although the conversation between the Marquis and Captain Gomez had taken place apart； passengers and crew； attracted by the sudden appearance of a sail； came to that side of the vessel。 With scarcely an exception； however； they took the privateer for a merchantman； and watched her course with interest； till all at once a sailor shouted with some energy of language：
〃By Saint…James； it is all up with us！ Yonder is the Parisian captain！〃
At that terrible name dismay； and a panic impossible to describe； spread through the brig。 The Spanish captain's orders put energy into the crew for a while； and in his resolute determination to make land at all costs； he set all the studding sails； and crowded on every stitch of canvas on board。 But all this was not the work of a moment； and naturally the men did not work together with that wonderful unanimity so fascinating to watch on board a man…of…war。 The /Othello/ meanwhile； thanks to the trimming of her sails； flew over the water like a swallow； but she was making； to all appearance； so little headway； that the unlucky Frenchmen began to entertain sweet delusive hopes。 At last； after unheard…of efforts； the /Saint…Ferdinand/ sprang forward； Gomez himself directing the shifting of the sheets with voice and gesture； when all at once the man at the tiller； steering at random （purposely； no doubt）； swung the vessel round。 The wind striking athwart the beam； the sails shivered so unexpectedly that the brig heeled to one side； the booms were carried away； and the vessel was completely out of hand。 The captain's face grew whiter than his sails with unutterable rage。 He sprang upon the man at the tiller； drove his dagger at him in such blind fury； that he missed him； and hurled the weapon overboard。 Gomez took the helm himself； and strove to right the gallant vessel。 Tears of despair rose to his eyes； for it is harder to lose the result of our carefully…laid plans through treachery than to face imminent death。 But the more the captain swore； the less the men worked； and it was he himself who fired the alarm… gun； hoping to be heard on shore。 The privateer； now gaining hopelessly upon them； replied with a cannon…shot； which struck the water ten fathoms away from the /Saint…Ferdinand/。
〃Thunder of heaven！〃 cried the General； 〃that was a close shave！ They must have guns made on purpose。〃
〃Oh！ when that one yonder speaks； look you； you have to hold your tongue；〃 said a sailor。 〃The Parisian would not be afraid to meet an English man…of…war。〃
〃It is all over with us；〃 the captain cried in desperation； he had pointed his telescope landwards； and saw not a sign from the shore。 〃We are further from the coast than I thought。〃
〃Why do you despair？〃 asked the General。 〃All your passengers are Frenchmen； they have chartered your vessel。 The privateer is a Parisian； you say？ Well and good； run up the white flag； and〃
〃And he would run us down；〃 retorted the captain。 〃He can be anything he likes when he has a mind to seize on a rich booty！〃
〃Oh！ if he is a pirate〃
〃Pirate！〃 said the ferocious looking sailor。 〃Oh！ he always has the law on his side； or he knows how to be on the same side as the law。〃
〃Very well；〃 said the General； raising his eyes； 〃let us make up our minds to it；〃 and his remaining fortitude was still sufficient to keep back the tears。
The words were hardly out of his mouth before a second cannon…shot； better aimed； came crashing through the hull of the /Saint…Ferdinand/。
〃Heave to！〃 cried the captain gloomily。
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