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he hull of the /Saint…Ferdinand/。
〃Heave to！〃 cried the captain gloomily。
The sailor who had commended the Parisian's law…abiding proclivities showed himself a clever hand at working a ship after this desperate order was given。 The crew waited for half an hour in an agony of suspense and the deepest dismay。 The /Saint…Ferdinand/ had four millions of piastres on board； the whole fortunes of the five passengers； and the General's eleven hundred thousand francs。 At length the /Othello/ lay not ten gunshots away； so that those on the /Saint…Ferdinand/ could look into the muzzles of her loaded guns。 The vessel seemed to be borne along by a breeze sent by the Devil himself； but the eyes of an expert would have discovered the secret of her speed at once。 You had but to look for a moment at the rake of her stern； her long； narrow keel； her tall masts； to see the cut of her sails； the wonderful lightness of her rigging； and the ease and perfect seamanship with which her crew trimmed her sails to the wind。 Everything about her gave the impression of the security of power in this delicately curved inanimate creature； swift and intelligent as a greyhound or some bird of prey。 The privateer crew stood silent； ready in case of resistance to shatter the wretched merchantman； which； luckily for her； remained motionless； like a schoolboy caught in flagrant delict by a master。
〃We have guns on board！〃 cried the General； clutching the Spanish captain's hand。 But the courage in Gomez's eyes was the courage of despair。
〃Have we men？〃 he said。
The Marquis looked round at the crew of the /Saint…Ferdinand/； and a cold chill ran through him。 There stood the four merchants； pale and quaking for fear； while the crew gathered about some of their own number who appeared to be arranging to go over in a body to the enemy。 They watched the /Othello/ with greed and curiosity in their faces。 The captain； the Marquis； and the mate exchanged glances； they were the only three who had a thought for any but themselves。
〃Ah！ Captain Gomez； when I left my home and country； my heart was half dead with the bitterness of parting； and now must I bid it good…bye once more when I am bringing back happiness and ease for my children？〃
The General turned his head away towards the sea； with tears of rage in his eyesand saw the steersman swimming out to the privateer。
〃This time it will be good…bye for good；〃 said the captain by way of answer； and the dazed look in the Frenchman's eyes startled the Spaniard。
By this time the two vessels were almost alongside； and at the first sight of the enemy's crew the General saw that Gomez's gloomy prophecy was only too true。 The three men at each gun might have been bronze statues； standing like athletes； with their rugged features； their bare sinewy arms； men whom Death himself had scarcely thrown off their feet。
The rest of the crew； well armed； active； light； and vigorous； also stood motionless。 Toil had hardened； and the sun had deeply tanned； those energetic faces； their eyes glittered like sparks of fire with infernal glee and clear…sighted courage。 Perfect silence on the upper deck； now black with men； bore abundant testimony to the rigorous discipline and strong will which held these fiends incarnate in check。
The captain of the /Othello/ stood with folded arms at the foot of the main mast； he carried no weapons； but an axe lay on the deck beside him。 His face was hidden by the shadow of a broad felt hat。 The men looked like dogs crouching before their master。 Gunners； soldiers； and ship's crew turned their eyes first on his face； and then on the merchant vessel。
The two brigs came up alongside； and the shock of contact roused the privateer captain from his musings； he spoke a word in the ear of the lieutenant who stood beside him。
〃Grappling…irons！〃 shouted the latter； and the /Othello/ grappled the /Saint…Ferdinand/ with miraculous quickness。 The captain of the privateer gave his orders in a low voice to the lieutenant； who repeated them； the men； told off in succession for each duty； went on the upper deck of the /Saint…Ferdinand/； like seminarists going to mass。 They bound crew and passengers hand and foot and seized the booty。 In the twinkling of an eye； provisions and barrels full of piastres were transferred to the /Othello/； the General thought that he must be dreaming when he himself； likewise bound； was flung down on a bale of goods as if he had been part of the cargo。
A brief conference took place between the captain of the privateer and his lieutenant and a sailor； who seemed to be the mate of the vessel； then the mate gave a whistle； and the men jumped on board the /Saint… Ferdinand/； and completely dismantled her with the nimble dexterity of a soldier who strips a dead comrade of a coveted overcoat and shoes。
〃It is all over with us；〃 said the Spanish captain coolly。 He had eyed the three chiefs during their confabulation； and saw that the sailors were proceeding to pull his vessel to pieces。
〃Why so？〃 asked the General。
〃What would you have them do with us？〃 returned the Spaniard。 〃They have just come to the conclusion that they will scarcely sell the /Saint…Ferdinand/ in any French or Spanish port； so they are going to sink her to be rid of her。 As for us； do you suppose that they will put themselves to the expense of feeding us； when they don't know what port they are to put into？〃
The words were scarcely out of the captain's mouth before a hideous outcry went up； followed by a dull splashing sound； as several bodies were thrown overboard。 He turned； the four merchants were no longer to be seen； but eight ferocious…looking gunners were still standing with their arms raised above their heads。 He shuddered。
〃What did I tell you？〃 the Spanish captain asked coolly。
The Marquis rose to his feet with a spring。 The surface of the sea was quite smooth again； he could not so much as see the place where his unhappy fellow…passengers had disappeared。 By this time they were sinking down； bound hand and foot； below the waves； if； indeed； the fish had not devoured them already。
Only a few paces away； the treacherous steersman and the sailor who had boasted of the Parisian's power were fraternizing with the crew of the /Othello/； and pointing out those among their own number； who； in their opinion； were worthy to join the crew of the privateer。 Then the boys tied the rest together by the feet in spite of frightful oaths。 It was soon over； the eight gunners seized the doomed men and flung them overboard without more ado； watching the different ways in which the drowning victims met their death； their contortions； their last agony； with a sort of malignant curiosity； but with no sign of amusement； surprise； or pity。 For them it was an ordinary event to which seemingly they were quite accustomed。 The older men looked instead with grim； set smiles at the casks of piastres about the main mast。
The General and Captain Gomez； left seated on a bale of goods； consulted each other with well…nigh hopeless looks； they were； in a sense； the sole survivors of the /Saint…Ferdinand/； for the seven men pointed out by the spies were transformed amid rejoicings into Peruvians。
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