"You may beat up toward our camp, now."
"And you'll save me?" asked the man, seizing Sam's hand and wringing it.
"I will. Now let's come to business."
"I'm ready," answered the man.
"Where did the ships go?"
"To the Island of Barrataria."
"To treat with Jean Lafitte, the pirate?" exclaimed Sam.
"Yes, to enlist him and his cut-throats in the war against you."
"Did they succeed?"
"I don't know. The officers dined with Lafitte, and treated him like a prince. They came away in good spirits, and must have succeeded, else they'd a' been glum enough."