"That's what you did with his companions, captain. I wouldn't have done it."
"There are many things that Monsieur Cloraud would not have done," replied the pirate, sarcastically. "But this younker has made an infernal confusion."
"Any thing else happened, captain?"
"Nothing particular, except that the old man is tired of our alliance."
"Pshaw! we don't want him any more, and may well indulge the people with a merry hour."
The bucanier glanced at his subordinate with unspeakable scorn.
"And therefore, as Monsieur Cloraud thinks, do I send for the men. The hour's pleasure would be dearly bought. I hate such folly. You shall learn my intentions hereafter."
The lieutenant's low bow showed that the lawless pirate was on no very familiar footing even with his first officer, and that he well knew how to make his captain's dignity respected. Monsieur Cloraud now turned to the rowers, and communicated to them the orders he had received. In a few seconds, the boat, in which the Englishman had come, was pushed off, and glided swiftly down the stream.
"Now then, to dinner. Have some wine brought up, lieutenant."
The person addressed made a sign to one of the sailors; the man took up several bottles, and followed his officers to the wigwam of the chief.