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on his soul when Fate itself was claiming him? It would be murder now, not righteous execution! Moreover, he had another task to execute ere it was too late. "Wretch," he exclaimed, "die as you are--find hell at last without my intervention! Yet, if you value a few more minutes of existence, gain them thus. Tell me, ere you go, where you have hidden my child--what done with----" Before he could finish there came another roar from an exploding transport, the sound of beams and spars falling in the water round; a darkness over the cabin produced by the volumes of smoke; the screams of wounded and burnt Frenchmen hurled into the sea; the loud huzzas and yells of the British sailors. Then, as that roar and shock died away, there rose in the air another sound--a paean of triumph that must have reached the ears of those on shore as it also reached the ears of those two men face to face in that cabin. From hundreds of throats it pealed forth, rising over all else--crackling wood, guns firing, the swish of oars, orders bawled, and shrieks of dead and dying. It was the English sailors singing Henry Carey's song, almost new then, now known over all the world: "God save our gracious king! Long live our noble king! God save the king!" "Answer," St. Georges cried, "ere your master, the devil, gets you! ere I send you to him before even he requires you!" The man had sunk down upon a locker outside the bunk, his two hands flattened out upon the lid, his face turned up in agony. From either side of his mouth there trickled down a small streak of blood looking like the horns of the new moon; the lips were drawn back from the teeth, as though in agony unspeakable. And did he grin mockingly in this his hour--or was it the pangs of approaching death that caused the grin? Then he gasped forth: "You are deceived. The woman who stole--your child--was Aurelie----" "What!" from St. Georges. "Aided by--servant--Gaston. Her--servant--not mine----" "My God!" In that moment there came back to him a memory. The lad, Gaston, had his arm in a sling the morning he learned the child was missing; the woman, who lived in the hut and saw the child taken from Pierre, had said, "His arm hung straight by his side, as though stiff with pain." Had he found the truth at last? "Go on," he said. "The bishop's man--had--got it safe. Aurelie and Gaston--caught--slew him--took the child. She--knew--your birth--and
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