LAF. Where is the Creole?
BEL. She’s just cleared the wharf. (Darblee ostentatiously brings a chair up behind Lafitte.)
LAF. (looking at his watch.) How much start have they on us?
BEL. Enough to count very seriously. There is a storm coming, too. The wind will shift in less than three hours. (Baptiste is bringing a chair for Beluche when Darblee intercepts him, takes the chair from him, kicks him.)
DAR. Get out! (looking after him angrily.) Son of Satan! (exit Baptiste; Darblee ostentatiously brings chair up behind Beluche.)
LAF. There is no time to lose. Come.
BEL. It is a question whether the chances justify pursuit.
LAF. What!
BEL. The Pride is at Barataria.
LAF. What of it? Is not an American vessel in danger? Shall I not accept a challenge from my own men? (exit, followed by Beluche.)