And he made a movement to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Montbarts asked him.
"I am off; did you not give me leave to go?"
"Yes, but you are forgetting something."
"What is it?"
"The arms I promised you. Take from the rack a fusil for yourself, and four others, which you can dispose of as you please, six cutlasses, six daggers, and six hatchets; when you leave port, on passing the lugger, you will ask Michael the Basque, in my name, for two barrels of gunpowder and two bags of bullets—he will give them to you. Now go, and I wish you all good fortune."
The Carib, overcome by this generosity, so simple and so full of grandeur, knelt to the adventurer, and seizing his feet, which he placed on his head, he exclaimed, in a deeply affected voice—
"I pay you homage as to the best of men. I and mine are henceforth and eternally your devoted slaves." He got up, placed on his shoulder the arms which the engagé handed him, and quitted the hatto.
For some minutes his footsteps could be heard resounding on the path; but this sound gradually died away, and a complete silence returned.
"Now for us two, Olonnais!" Montbarts then said, addressing the engagé.