“Mutiny! Overboard with them!” cried the Pirate Prodigy, rising to the occasion, and casting aside all human affection in the peril of the moment.
A plank was brought and the two women placed upon it.
“After you, dear,” said the mermaid significantly to the Amazonian queen; “you’re the oldest.”
“Thank you!” said the Amazonian queen, stepping back. “Fish is always served first.”
Stung by the insult, with a wild scream of rage the mermaid grappled her in her arms and leaped into the sea.
As the waters closed over them forever, the Pirate Prodigy sprung to his feet. “Up with the black flag, and bear away for New London,” he shouted in trumpet-like tones.
“Ha! ha! Once more the Rover is free!”
Indeed it was too true. In that fatal moment he had again loosed himself from the trammels of human feeling and was once more the Boy Avenger.