“Born to be hanged, more like,” said Maurice viciously, hardly able to conceal his dislike of this heartless, cowardly, beautiful animal before him. “Well, it is cold here, and we are hungry, so I think you had better conduct us to Justinian.”
“Come, then,” answered Caliphronas, leading the way. “But tell me, how did you escape?”
“With the help of God!” said Crispin, resolved not to gratify the Greek’s curiosity.
“Ah, He helps the sinner as well as the saint; for you see I also am alive and well.”
“You deserved death for your treachery!”
The mocking laughter of the Count rang through the darkness.
“Neither virtue nor vice is rewarded in every case! I see you are safe, and the poor good captain is dead.”
“He is; and you are to blame.”
“No doubt I will survive that accusation. Well, you have lost your beautiful ship, Crispin.”
“It’s my loss, not yours.”