Part 21 (2/2)

”Senora,” said that same sharp voice, but this time speaking in the Spanish tongue, as a tall man, hat in hand, urged his horse forward, ”fear nothing, you shall be protected. And you, senorita. Do I not have the honor of addressing Donna Mercedes de Lara?”

”That is my name,” answered the girl, haughtily. ”Who are you? Why have you shot my people and seized me prisoner?”

”For love of you, Mistress Mercedes.”

”Just heaven! Who are you, I say!” cried the girl at this startling answer, turning in surprise and terror to look upon his countenance.

There was something familiar in the man's face that called up a vague recollection which she strove to master.

”Who are you?” she cried again.

”Sir Harry Morgan!” answered the horseman, bowing low over the saddle, ”a free sailor at your service, ma'am.”

”My G.o.d!” cried Alvarado, who had listened attentively, ”the buccaneer?”

”The same,” answered Morgan turning to him.

”Sir Harry Morgan! Were you not Governor of Jamaica last year?” asked Mercedes in astonishment.

”I had that honor, lady.”

”Why are you now in arms against us?”

”A new king, Mistress de Lara, sits the English throne. He likes me not.

I and these gallant seamen are going to establish a kingdom in some sweet island in the South Seas, with our good swords. I would fain have a woman to bear me company on the throne. Since I saw you in Jamaica last year, I have designed you for the honor----”

”Monster!” screamed the girl, appalled by the hideous leer which accompanied his words. ”Rather anything----”

”Sir,” interrupted Alvarado, ”you are an Englishman. Your past rank should warrant you a gentleman, but for this. There is no war between England and Spain. What is the meaning of this outrage? This lady is the daughter of the Viceroy of Venezuela. I am his captain and the commandante of yonder city of La Guayra. You have waylaid us, taken us at a disadvantage. My men are killed. For this a.s.sault His Excellency will exact b.l.o.o.d.y reparation. Meanwhile give order that we be unbound, and let us pa.s.s.”

”Ho, ho!” laughed the buccaneer. ”Think you I fear the Viceroy? Nay, not His Majesty of Spain himself! I came here with set purpose to take La Guayra and then Caracas, and to bear away with me this pretty lady upon whom, I repeat, I design to bestow the honor of my name.”

As he spoke he leaned toward Mercedes, threw his arm around her waist, and before she was even aware of her intention, kissed her roughly on the cheek.

”Lads,” he cried, ”three cheers for the future Lady Morgan!”

The proud Spanish girl turned white as death under this insult. Her eyes flashed like coals of fire. Morgan was close beside her. She was without weapon save a jeweled whip that hung at her wrist. Before the first note of a cheer could break from the lips of the men she lifted it and struck him violently again and again full in the face.

”Thou devil!” cried the captain in fury, whipping out his sword and menacing her with it.

”Strike!” cried Mercedes bravely, ”and let my blood wash out the insult that you have put upon my cheek.”

She raised her whip once more, but this time young Teach, coming on the other side, caught her hand, wrested the jeweled toy from her, and broke it in the struggle.

”Thou shalt pay dearly for those stripes, lady!” roared Morgan, swerving closer to her. ”And not now in honorable wedlock----”

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