"You must succeed!"
"Ah! In that case, on the word of a man, you may reckon on it—though, hang me if I know how I shall manage it!"
Lepoletais had risen.
"Farewell, brother," he said; "when you land tomorrow I shall be on my way to the Grand Fond; I shall, therefore, not see you again till we meet there; but do not be alarmed—you shall find everything in order when you arrive. Ah! By the way, shall I take my body of buccaneers with me?"
"Certainly; they will be of the greatest use to you in watching the enemy; but hide them carefully."
"All right," he said.
At this moment Michael the Basque rushed suddenly into the cabin, with his features distorted by passion.
"What is the matter, messmate? Come, recover yourself," Montbarts said coolly to him.
"A great misfortune has happened to us," Michael exclaimed, as he passionately pulled out a handful of hair.
"What is it? Come, speak like a man, messmate."