“Save them! spare them!—by the spirit of my mother! I charge you,” repeated Francisco, again appealing to the captain.
“May God bless thee, thou good young man!” said the bishop, advancing and placing his hand upon Francisco’s head.
Cain answered not; but his broad expanded chest heaved with emotion—when Hawkhurst burst into the group.
“We are too late for the money, captain: the water is already six feet above it. We must now try for the treasure.”
This intelligence appeared to check the current of the captain’s feelings.
“Now, in one word, sir,” said he to the bishop, “where is the treasure? Trifle not, or, by Heaven—!”
“Name not Heaven,” replied the bishop; “you have had my answer.”
The captain turned away, and gave some directions to Hawkhurst, who hastened below.
“Remove that boy,” said Cain to the pirates, pointing to Francisco, “Separate those two fools,” continued he, looking towards Filippo and the girl, who were sobbing in each other’s arms.
“Never!” cried Filippo.