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To show I could be a man, I resolved to utter no sound as long as



Dominic himself had the force to keep his lips closed. Nothing but

silence becomes certain situations. Moreover, the experience of



treachery seemed to spread a hopeless drowsiness over my thoughts

and senses. For an hour or more we watched our pursuer surging out



nearer and nearer from amongst the squalls that sometimes hid her

altogether. But even when not seen, we felt her there like a knife



at our throats. She gained on us frightfully. And the Tremolino,

in a fiercebreeze and in much smoother water, swung on easily



under her one sail, with something appallingly careless in the

joyous freedom of her motion. Another half-hour went by. I could



not stand it any longer.

"They will get the poor barky," I stammered out suddenly, almost on



the verge of tears.

Dominic stirred no more than a carving. A sense of catastrophic



loneliness overcame my inexperienced soul. The vision of my

companions passed before me. The whole Royalist gang was in Monte



Carlo now, I reckoned. And they appeared to me clear-cut and very

small, with affected voices and stiff gestures, like a procession



of rigid marionettes upon a toy stage. I gave a start. What was

this? A mysterious, remorseless whisper came from within the



motionless" target="_blank" title="a.静止的;固定的">motionless black hood at my side.

"IL FAUL LA TUER."



I heard it very well.

"What do you say, Dominic?" I asked, moving nothing but my lips.



And the whisper within the hood repeatedmysteriously, "She must be

killed."



My heart began to beat violently.

"That's it," I faltered out. "But how?"



"You love her well?"

"I do."



"Then you must find the heart for that work too. You must steer

her yourself, and I shall see to it that she dies quickly, without



leaving as much as a chip behind."

"Can you?" I murmured, fascinated by the black hood turned



immovably over the stern, as if in unlawful communion with that old

sea of magicians, slave-dealers, exiles and warriors, the sea of



legends and terrors, where the mariners of remoteantiquity used to

hear the restless shade of an old wanderer weep aloud in the dark.



"I know a rock," whispered the initiated voice within the hood

secretly. "But - caution! It must be done before our men perceive



what we are about. Whom can we trust now? A knife drawn across

the fore halyards would bring the foresail down, and put an end to



our liberty in twenty minutes. And the best of our men may be

afraid of drowning. There is our little boat, but in an affair



like this no one can be sure of being saved."

The voice ceased. We had started from Barcelona with our dinghy in



tow; afterwards it was too risky to try to get her in, so we let

her take her chance of the seas at the end of a comfortable scope



of rope. Many times she had seemed to us completely overwhelmed,

but soon we would see her bob up again on a wave, apparently as



buoyant and whole as ever.

"I understand," I said softly. "Very well, Dominic. When?"



"Not yet. We must get a little more in first," answered the voice

from the hood in a ghostly murmur.



XLV.

It was settled. I had now the courage to turn about. Our men



crouched about the decks here and there with anxious, crestfallen

faces, all turned one way to watch the chaser. For the first time



that morning I perceived Cesar stretched out full length on the

deck near the foremast and wondered where he had been skulking till



then. But he might in truth have been at my elbow all the time for

all I knew. We had been too absorbed in watching our fate to pay



attention to each other. Nobody had eaten anything that morning,

but the men had been coming constantly to drink at the water-butt.



I ran down to the cabin. I had there, put away in a locker, ten

thousand francs in gold of whose presence on board, so far as I was



aware, not a soul, except Dominic had the slightest inkling. When

I emerged on deck again Dominic had turned about and was peering



from under his cowl at the coast. Cape Creux closed the view

ahead. To the left a wide bay, its waters torn and swept by fierce



squalls, seemed full of smoke. Astern the sky had a menacing look.

Directly he saw me, Dominic, in a placid tone, wanted to know what






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