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Title: The Corsair King

Author: Mor Jokai

Translator: Mary J. Safford

Release Date: October 9, 2008 [EBook #26865]

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The Corsair King

(A KALOZ KIRALY)

by Maurus Jokai

Author of "Black Diamonds," "Manasseh," "The Baron's Sons," "Pretty
Michal," etc.

Translated by
Mary J. Safford

[Illustration]

Boston
L. C. Page & Company
mdcccci

Copyright, 1901, by
L. C. Page & Company (Inc.)

_All rights reserved_

The Heintzemann Press Boston

WORKS OF
MAURUS JOKAI

MANASSEH
THE BARON'S SONS
PRETTY MICHAL
THE CORSAIR KING
MIDST THE WILD CARPATHIANS

L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
200 SUMMER STREET, BOSTON, MASS.

Contents

CHAPTER PAGE
I. CHOOSING A KING 11
II. IN HISPANIOLA 50
III. REVENGE 149
IV. RETRIBUTION 187

The CORSAIR KING

Chapter I

Choosing a King

The storm had spent itself, the sea was calm again, and on its smooth
surface tossed empty casks and shattered masts,--the monuments of
shipwrecked vessels. The stormy petrels had vanished with the tempest,
and the flying fish were now making their clumsy leaps from wave to
wave,--a sign of fair weather. A brigantine which had outlived the gale
was moving slowly over the almost unrippled surface of the water; all
hands were engaged in repairing the damage occasioned by the storm;
temporary masts were rigged, sails trimmed, the crew worked fairly
hanging in the air; for the ship had heeled far over,--a proof that her
ballast had shifted during the tempest.

With the exception of the blows of the carpenter's hammer, and the
creaking of the pumps, nothing was heard save the voice of the captain,
who stood leaning against the mainmast trying to ascertain on a chart
the place to which he had been driven by the storm. The movements of the
needle