and bore with him an air of vigorous
authority.

As the little man stepped from the ladder into the waist, whither
Captain Blood had gone to receive him, his sharp, ferrety dark eyes
swept the uncouth ranks of the assembled crew of the Arabella.

"And where the devil may I be now?" he demanded irritably. "Are you
English, or what the devil are you?"

"Myself, I have the honour to be Irish, sir. My name is Blood--Captain
Peter Blood, and this is my ship the Arabella, all very much at your
service.

"Blood!" shrilled the little man. "O 'Sblood! A pirate!" He swung to
the Colossus who followed him--"A damned pirate, van der Kuylen. Rend my
vitals, but we're come from Scylla to Charybdis."

"So?" said the other gutturally, and again, "So?" Then the humour of it
took him, and he yielded to it.

"Damme! What's to laugh at, you porpoise?" spluttered mulberry-coat. "A
fine tale this'll make at home! Admiral van der Kuylen first loses his
fleet in the night, then has his flagship fired under him by a French
squadron, and ends all by being captured by a pirate. I'm glad you find
it matter for laughter. Since for my sins I happen to be with you, I'm
damned if I do."

"There's a misapprehension, if I may make so bold as to point it out,"
put in Blood quietly. "You are not captured, gentlemen; you are rescued.
When you realize it, perhaps it will occur to you to acknowledge the
hospitality I am offering you. It may be poor, but it is the best at my
disposal."

The fierce little gentleman stared at him. "Damme! Do you permit
yourself to be ironical?" he disapproved him, and possibly with a view
to correcting any such tendency, proceeded to introduce himself. "I am
Lord Willoughby, King William's Governor-General of the West Indies, and
this is Admiral van der Kuylen, commander of His Majesty's West Indian
fleet, at present mislaid somewhere in this damned Caribbean Sea."

"King William?" quoth Blood, and he was conscious that Pitt and Dyke,
who were behind him, now came edging nearer, sharing his own wonder.
"And who may be King William, and of what may he be King?"

"What's that?" In a wonder greater than his own, Lord Willoughby
stared back at him. At last: "I am alluding to His Majesty King William
III--William of Orange--who, with Queen Mary, has been ruling England
for two months and more."

There was a moment's silence, until Blood realized what he was being
told.

"D'ye mean, sir, that they've roused themselve