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66 generous,” said Pierre. ‘We are not mur- derers. You are prisoners-of-war. Such of your men as suit I shall impress as crew. The rest I will put in a boat and give them a chance to reach Cuba without delay. As for yourself, and these gentlemen, to whom I have not the pleasure of being introduced——”’ He paused while more grinning pirates crowded into the cabin. Don Sebastien gave the names of his officers. “All men of rank—and therefore of ransom, I see,”’ said Pierre le Grand. ‘‘We will arrange those matters later. Now, it is dry work fighting, we will pledge you in a glass of wine. Ventre de Saint Gris, but I admire a man who takes things philo- sophically.”’ Two hours later the Santa Ysabel had been put about and was making up for Cape Tiburon on a breeze that had gathered as the night advanced. Pierre paced the poop with Sanderson. Both were washed and shaven and were clad in the spare raiment of the galleon’s officers. All the men, unwounded every one of them, had been fed and wined and clothed. The treasure room had been inspected. Adventure “TI shall renounce piracy,” said Pierre. **T am rich enough to be a very honest man They may even ennoble me. We sail for Dieppe, Alec, after we have shown Tortuga the kind of fish we catch in the Caribbean— and thereby encourage others to do like- wise. Those who wish may stay there and chuck away their money. I must send Volin a few luck pieces. But I shall save mine. [I am a Norman.” ‘““And I—am a Scotchman,” said Sander- son, dryly. ‘Tl go with ye to Dieppe and then——” “What then?’ asked Pierre le Grand. The chirurgeon did not answer. It was doubtful if he heard. He had gone to the poop rail and he was singing, just above his breath: “For it’s hame, dearie, hame, It’s hame I lang to be; For my topsails they are hoisted And I must put oot to sea.” Pierre smiled sympathetically. _He gave an order to the helmsman and then he went below to superintend the weighing and reckoning of the bullion cargo of the gold ship. C@ MICLOOLKkS co