“Now, I know well enough that this cravin’ for revenge is wrong, and I’ve been fightin’ against it with all my strength. But, somehow or another, it won’t do, Cap’n! it won’t do! The temptation is too great for me, miserable sinner that I am!” He smote his forehead despairingly with his hand. “I feel that I can’t keep quiet and let that galleon slip by! That gold and them jewels that she’s goin’ to ship has been dragged out of God’s earth by God’s creatures with sufferin’, and tears, and blood more than any man can measure; and I say that it ain’t right that the Spaniards should have it. If all this heap of treasure was to get safely across the Atlantic, and into the Spaniards’ treasure-chests, it would just encourage ’em to strive for more; and then there would be more tears, more blood, more despair, more lives rendered a burden and a curse to their owners. But if all this treasure that they keeps sendin’ across to Old Spain was to be taken from ’em, then, perhaps, they’d cease to collect it; and the poor, unhappy wretches who’re made to dig for it would have some peace. And above and beyond all that, I want the cowardly curs to suffer, in return for all the sufferin’ that they’ve inflicted upon me and thousands that are a good deal better than me. They love wealth. Then make ’em suffer, by takin’ it from ’em. And they love their lives. Make ’em suffer all the horrors of death, by goin’ against ’em with fire and steel! Let ’em know the pain, and horror, and despair of feelin’ that they’re not only goin’ to lose their treasure, but that they stand a good chance to lose their lives as well. And, above all, Cap’n, let me be there to witness their anguish. They taunted me, and gloated over me when they’d made my misery such that I begged ’em to finish me off at once, and have done with it; and now I want to pay off some of my debt to ’em, I do.”
It was really terrible to witness the frenzy of passion and fury into which this unhappy man goaded himself, as he recalled his past sufferings, and spoke of those who had made him endure them. His eyes gleamed and flashed like those of a savage beast; his face went deadly pale; his lips contracted into a snarl that showed his clenched teeth; he actually foamed from the mouth at last, and his hands clawed the air, as though he saw the Spaniards before him, and was reaching for their throats! I thought it my duty to check so maniacal an intensity of hatred, and I said to him:
“Come, come, Hoard, this will never do! I understood you to say, just now, that you had been converted from the error of your ways, and had become a Christian. Do you call it Christian-like to hate with such intensity as you exhibit? The Bible says that we should love our enemies, bless those who curse us, and do good to those who despitefully use us. How do you reconcile your present feelings with such an injunction as that?”
“Ah!” he groaned, sinking back upon the locker from which he had risen in his excitement; “you have me there, sir; I can’t reconcile it; that’s just where it is. I can’t forgive my enemies, nor I can’t love ’em; and I can’t bring myself to do good to ’em. No; I’ve tried, I’ve kept my lips closed, I’ve prayed, I’ve done all that a man can do, and it’s no good; I shall never be able to rest until I’ve seen them cruel, haughty, overbearin’ wretches brought low. They’re the enemies of God and man, because they drive poor, weak souls to curse their Maker for permittin’ such cruelty. I’ve done it myself, over and over again! the good Lord forgive me! No, sir, it ain’t in man’s power to forgive a Spaniard who’s got you into his power, and I can’t believe that such an impossibility is expected of us. I don’t believe that the passage you quoted just now was ever meant to apply to Spaniards at all!”
“Well,” said I, “I am afraid that such a question is altogether too difficult a one for me to argue with you; you had better see a clergyman, and discuss the whole matter with him. But we have wandered somewhat from our original subject, which was the galleon. What more can you tell me about her? When is she to sail?”
“It was said,” answered Hoard, “that she was to sail exactly a fortnight after the Magdalena. That’s why I’ve made so bold as to come down and tell you about it now. If you start to overhaul your rigging, I’m afraid that you’ll not be ready in time to catch her. She is a big ship, sir; close upon sixteen hundred tons, I should call her, and I ought to know; for the Magdalena laid within a cable’s length of her for more than a week. She is heavily armed, too; mounts twenty-eight eighteen-pound carronades; and carries on her books a complement of close upon two hundred men. Her name is Nostra Señora del Carmen.”
“Ah!” answered I musingly; “then she is likely to prove a pretty tough customer!”
“Not too tough for this schooner and her crew, sir,” exclaimed Hoard eagerly. “Why, sir, one Englishman is equal to six Spaniards, any day; and as to her guns, a little management will keep the schooner out of the way of their shot. Besides, sir, I don’t suppose you’d engage her in a regular ‘hammer and tongs’ fight? The proper way ’ll be to let her pass ahead, and then run alongside, and carry her by boardin’! She’ll be but a slow ship, from the looks of her. For the Lord’s sake,” he continued anxiously, “don’t go to say or to think that she’s too big for you! Or, if you think that she is, get a man-o’-war to help you! You’ve only to repeat in the proper quarter what I’ve told you, and you’ll be certain to get all the help you want—”
“No doubt,” interrupted I drily; “but if I undertake the matter at all, I will undertake it single-handed. Meanwhile, it is so well worth consideration that I will countermand my orders for overhauling the rigging; so, if you have nothing more to tell me at present, Hoard, just ask the mate to step below, will you?”
“Ay, that will I, most gladly, sir,” answered Hoard. “And I’m quite sure, Cap’n Bowen,” he continued, pausing with his hand upon the handle of the door, “that when you’ve had time to think about the matter, you’ll make up your mind to have a try for the Señora.”