They crossed the island, the two prisoners accompanying them, and later that day, the division made, they would have parted company but that Cahusac, at the instances of the men who had elected him Levasseur’s successor, offered Captain Blood anew the services of that French contingent.

“If you will sail with me again,” the Captain answered him, “you may do so on the condition that you make your peace with the Dutch, and restore the brig and her cargo.”

The condition was accepted, and Captain Blood went off to find his guests, the children of the Governor of Tortuga.

Mademoiselle d’Ogeron and her brother — the latter now relieved of his bonds — sat in the great cabin of the Arabella, whither they had been conducted.

Wine and food had been placed upon the table by Benjamin, Captain Blood’s negro steward and cook, who had intimated to them that it was for their entertainment.  But it had remained untouched.  Brother and sister sat there in agonized bewilderment, conceiving that their escape was but from frying-pan to fire.  At length, overwrought by the suspense, mademoiselle flung herself upon her knees before her brother to implore his pardon for all the evil brought upon them by her wicked folly.

M. d’Ogeron was not in a forgiving mood.

“I am glad that at least you realize what you have done.  And now this other filibuster has bought you, and you belong to him.  You realize that, too, I hope.”

He might have said more, but he checked upon perceiving that the door was opening.  Captain Blood, coming from settling matters with the followers of Levasseur, stood on the threshold.  M. d’Ogeron had not troubled to restrain his high-pitched voice, and the Captain had overheard the Frenchman’s last two sentences.  Therefore he perfectly understood why mademoiselle should bound up at sight of him, and shrink back in fear.

“Mademoiselle,” said he in his vile but fluent French, “I beg you to dismiss your fears.  Aboard this ship you shall be treated with all honour.  So soon as we are in case to put to sea again, we steer a course for Tortuga to take you home to your father.  And pray do not consider that I have bought you, as your brother has just said.  All that I have done has been to provide the ransom necessary to bribe a gang of scoundrels to depart from obedience to the arch-scoundrel who commanded them, and so deliver you from all peril.  Count it, if you please, a friendly loan to be repaid entirely at your convenience.”

Mademoiselle stared at him in unbelief.  M. d’Ogeron rose to his feet.

“Monsieur, is it possible that you are serious?”

“I am.  It may not happen often nowadays.  I may be a pirate.  But my ways are not the ways of Levasseur, who should have stayed in Europe, and practised purse-cutting.  I have a sort of honour — shall we say, some rags of honour? — remaining me from better days.”  Then on a brisker note he added:  “We dine in an hour, and I trust that you will honour my table with your company.  Meanwhile, Benjamin will see, monsieur, that you are more suitably provided in the matter of wardrobe.”