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Table of Contents
- Chapter I. 9
- The Messenger 9
- Chapter Ii. 29
- Kirke's Dragoons 29
- Chapter Iii. 50
- The Lord Chief Justice 50
- Chapter Iv. 82
- Human Merchandise 82
- Chapter V. 99
- Arabella Bishop 99
- Chapter Vi. 130
- Plans Of Escape 130
- Chapter Vii. 168
- Pirates 168
- Chapter Viii. 193
- Spaniards 193
- Chapter Ix. 209
- The Rebels-convict 209
- Chapter X. 237
- Don Diego 237
- Chapter Xi. 252
- Filial Piety 252
- Chapter Xii. 280
- Don Pedro Sangre 280
- Chapter Xiii. 297
- Tortuga 297
- Chapter Xiv. 318
- Levasseur's Heroics 318
- Chapter Xv. 341
- The Ransom 341
- M. D'ogeron The Younger Raised His Head And Looked The Captain Boldly In The Face. 344
- M. D'ogeron Stood Tense And Braced As Before, But The Grey Horror Had Left His Face. Hope Had Leapt Within Him At This Interruption, Obviously As Little Expected By His Tormentor As By Himself. His Sister, Moved By A Similar Intuition, Was Leaning Forward With Parted Lips And Gaping Eyes. 350
- M. D'ogeron Looked On, A Man Bemused, Unable To Surmise What The Issue Either Way Could Mean For Him. Meanwhile, Two Of Blood's Men Who Had Taken The Place Of The Frenchman's Negro Guards, Had Removed The Crown Of Whipcord From His Brow. As For Mademoiselle, She Had Risen, And Was Leaning Forward, A Hand Pressed Tightly To Her Heaving Breast, Her Face Deathly Pale, A Wild Terror In Her Eyes. 363
- M. D'ogeron Was Not In A Forgiving Mood. 367
- Chapter Xvi. 372
- The Trap 372
- Chapter Xvii. 401
- The Dupes 401
- Chapter Xviii. 435
- The Milagrosa 435
- Chapter Xix. 466
- The Meeting 466
- Chapter Xx. 493
- Thief And Pirate 493
- Chapter Xxi. 521
- The Service Of King James 521
- Chapter Xxii. 554
- Hostilities 554
- Chapter Xxiii. 574
- Hostages 574
- Chapter Xxiv. 604
- War 604
- Chapter Xxv. 635
- The Service Of King Louis 635
- M. De Cussy Returned The Bow And Accepted A Seat On The Locker Under The Stem Windows. 653
- M. De Cussy Took Snuff Delicately. “I Have Something Better Than That To Propose,” Said He. 654
- M. De Cussy Looked At M. D'ogeron, And Raised His Eyebrows A Little. He Did Not Find Captain Blood Encouraging. But M. D'ogeron Nodded Vigorously With Pursed Lips, And The Governor Of Hispaniola Propounded His Business. 655
- M. De Cussy Was Distressed. He Had His Instructions. It Was Taking A Deal Upon Himself To Exceed Them. The Buccaneers Were Firm. Unless M. De Cussy Could Make It One Fifth There Was No More To Be Said. M. De Cussy Finally Consenting To Exceed His Instructions, The Articles Were Drawn Up And Signed That Very Day. The Buccaneers Were To Be At Petit Goave By The End Of January, When M. De Rivarol Had Announced That He Might Be Expected. 659
- Chapter Xxvi. 661
- M. De Rivarol 661
- M. De Rivarol Changed Colour. He Quivered Visibly With Anger, And Was A Moment Controlling Himself Before Venturing To Speak. M. De Cussy Was Obviously Very Ill At Ease. 665
- M. De Rivarol's Hard Eyes Considered Him A Moment. “Perhaps It Will Be Best,” Said He. He Took Up A Paper. “I Have Here A Copy Of The Articles Into Which You Entered With M. De Cussy. Before Going Further, I Have To Observe That M. De Cussy Has Exceeded His Instructions In Admitting You To One Fifth Of The Prizes Taken. His Authority Did Not Warrant His Going Beyond One Tenth.” 667
- M. De Rivarol's Hawk-face Flamed Scarlet. His Dark Eyes Bulged. 677
- M. De Rivarol Was White To The Lips. In All His Life He Had Never Been So Bearded And Defied. But He Controlled Himself. 679
- M. De Rivarol Condescended To Be Mollified. It Was Necessary That He Should Save His Face, And In A Degree The Governor Afforded Him The Means To Do So, As Well As A Certain Guarantee For The Future In The Further Force He Was Raising. 683
- M. De Rivarol's Eyes Narrowed. His Mind Was Full Of What M. De Cussy Had Said—that These Buccaneers Must Prove The Sharp Edge Of Any Weapon He Might Forge. He Could Not Dispense With Them. He Perceived That He Had Blundered Tactically In Attempting To Reduce The Agreed Share. Withdrawal From A Position Of That Kind Is Ever Fraught With Loss Of Dignity. But There Were Those Volunteers That M. De Cussy Was Enrolling To Strengthen The Hand Of The King's General. Their Presence Might Admit Anon Of The Reopening Of This Question. Meanwhile He Must Retire In The Best Order Possible. 685
- M. De Rivarol, Intrigued By His Mirth, Scowled Upon Him Disapprovingly. 690
- M. De Rivarol Perceived Nothing Of The Kind. M. De Rivarol In Fact Was Extremely Angry. He Bounded To His Feet, And Every Man In The Room Rose With Him—save Only M. De Cussy, Who Sat On With A Grim Smile On His Lips. He, Too, Now Read The Baron Like An Open Book, And Reading Him Despised Him. 691
- M. De Rivarol Was Gasping Like A Landed Fish. The Stark Truth Had Robbed Him Of Speech. When He Recovered, It Was To Thank Heaven Vigorously That The Council Was Relieved By Captain Blood's Own Act Of That Gentleman's Further Participation In Its Deliberations. Inwardly M. De Rivarol Burned With Shame And Rage. The Mask Had Been Plucked From Him, And He Had Been Held Up To Scorn—he, The General Of The King's Armies By Sea And Land In America. 694
- Chapter Xxvii. 696
- Cartagena 696
- M. De Rivarol Bit His Lip In Chagrin. His Gloomy Eye Smouldered As It Considered The Self-contained Buccaneer. 705
- M. De Cussy Started Out Of His Gloomy Abstraction. He Cleared His Throat. He Was Extremely Nervous. 706
- M. De Rivarol Was Compelled To Swallow His Fury, Though It Choked Him. The Jubilation Among His Officers Had Been Such That He Could Not Continue As He Had Begun. Yet His Eyes Were Malevolent, His Face Pale With Anger. 713
- Chapter Xxviii. 720
- The Honour Of M. De Rivarol 720
- M. De Rivarol Considered Him With A Faint Lift Of The Eyebrows. 723
- Chapter Xxix. 739
- The Service Of King William 739
- Chapter Xxx. 752
- The Last Fight Of The Arabella 752
- Chapter Xxxi. 767
- His Excellency The Governor 767
- The End 787