"Shut up!"
"I won't! You can't make me shut up, Gage."
"Well, you'll have a chance to talk to yourself and Tomlinson before long. Tomlinson will be jolly company."
"You've killed him!" accused the wounded man. "I saw you strike the blow, and I'll swear to that, my hearty!"
"It's not likely you'll be given a chance to swear to it, Jaggers. I may have killed him, but it was in self-defense. He was doing his best to get his knife into me."
"Yes, we was tryin' to finish you," admitted Jaggers. "With you out of the way, Tomlinson would have been cap'n, and I first mate. You've kept your eyes on the gal all the time. I don't believe you thought the cap'n had money at all. It was to get the gal you led us into this business. She'd snubbed you—said she despised you, and you made up your mind to carry her off against her will."
"If that was my game, you must confess I succeeded very well. But I can't waste more time talking to you. Get the boats ready, boys. I will take the smaller. Put Cap'n Bellwood in the larger, and look out for him."
The two sailors obeyed his orders. Boy though he was, Gage had resolved to become a leader of men, and he had succeeded.
The girl, quite overcome, was prostrate at the feet of her father, who was bound to the cypress tree.
There was a look of pain and despair on the face of the old captain. His heart bled as he looked down at his wretched daughter, and he groaned: