Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 8 of 134
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6 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. “There is but one thing I can do: put you on board and come back for it, then hasten to the ship, I don’t think the tide is up. The boat that carries you will return with me, and it will not take thirty minutes. I must feel that you are safe.” “O Herman! it seems as if I dare not stay alone, and I am so fearful there may be trouble about your returning ;” she said, half tearfully. “Don’t be afraid, dearest—the captain of the Eagle i is a thorough gentleman, and I am well known here by most of the .public authorities. Come, yonder is the boat, they are punctual—don’t tremble so, my love.” “TI fear—I hardly know what;” was the low reply. “It is but natural ;” returned the manly voice, “ but you will soon feel safer when Iam your protector. Here they are.” A boat approached the landing, propelled by two swarthy seamen. “IfI could only remain here till you return;” she mur- mured again. “That would never do, Minerva. I'll see you to the ves- sel’s side, however. What time do you set sail, men?” “At twelve, to.a second ;” said one of the men. “All right—I have an hour, then.” Herman had pulled out his gold repeater—now he hastily put it back, secured Minerva in a comfortable seat, protecting her with lover-like energy against the up-coming of the restless waters as the sailors pulled oars lustily. They reached the side of the black bulk. The captain’s cheerful voice was heard. “You are in good time, Mr. Goreham.” " “Yes, sir; but I must ask the fayor to be pulled back and waited for just ten minutes. By an unfortunate oversight I’ve left all my valuables, and this young lady, my cousin, of whom [ spoke to you, will remain in your safe keeping.” “ Ay, ay,” responded the captain, “but I must limit you. Thirty minutes is the very longest I can spare the men, as I wish to set sail at twelve. Think you can do it?” “I shan’t be so long as that, captain, thank you. Now, be patient, darling,” he whispered to the young girl as he helped her up the side. conmmiclooolks. com