“What's this?” snapped Blood, whose mood was fierce and raw. His lordship was not disturbed.
“I desire, sir, that we be friends,” said he suavely.
“That's mighty condescending of you!”
Lord Julian ignored the obvious sarcasm.
“It's an odd coincidence that we should have been brought together in this fashion, considering that I came out to the Indies especially to seek you.”
“Ye're not by any means the first to do that,” the other scoffed. “But they've mainly been Spaniards, and they hadn't your luck.”
“You misapprehend me completely,” said Lord Julian. And on that he proceeded to explain himself and his mission.
When he had done, Captain Blood, who until that moment had stood still under the spell of his astonishment, disengaged his arm from his lordship's, and stood squarely before him.
“Ye're my guest aboard this ship,” said he, “and I still have some notion of decent behaviour left me from other days, thief and pirate though I may be. So I'll not be telling you what I think of you for daring to bring me this offer, or of my Lord Sunderland—since he's your kinsman for having the impudence to send it. But it does not surprise me at all that one who is a minister of James Stuart's should conceive that every man is to be seduced by bribes into betraying those who trust him.” He flung out an arm in the direction of the waist, whence came the half-melancholy chant of the lounging buccaneers.
“Again you misapprehend me,” cried Lord Julian, between concern and indignation. “That is not intended. Your followers will be included in your commission.”