D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 109: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XIII. THE THIRD LAtSH.. In a trice after his plunge out of sight the last diver’s head and shoulders appeared in the surge not far from the other’s. The latter shot up and toward him as if impelled by a spring or by the desire for self-preserva- tion. “Arouse!” said Pedro, angrily. “Why not hand the captain a rope? God knows we have plenty of trailing lines !”’ In a few minutes the musketeer was drawn to the side and helped inward. He had caught the cord with one hand and with the other retained Manuel with a close grip at the nape. He dropped the youth on the slippery planks like a caught fish. His fingers were entangled by a cord round the man’s neck; it was a blessed string to which was attached a scapulary or similar devout charm. Manuel was sick with the swallowed brine—he made but a feeble motion to recover his talisman. But the glance of venom was not feeble with which he visited his deliverer. He shifted the glance upon his cap- tain, but the latter’s countenance iin not be more for- bidding. “Body and bones!” exclaimed the peotair “He is a traitor! A boy who has drunk from my pocket flask! who was nursed out of the black measles in my own bunk! Who has been kept, when with a broken arm, in my own inn! whom I saved from the press-gang of the Santa Catarina! Where will faith be found now ?” “The storm! the storm!’’ screamed out a man at the tiller, hanging on it for a hold, since it had been aban- doned after being lashed firm by the steersmen. His face was pale as the luckless Manuel’s. “Justice above all, above life and mercy!” returned Pedro. “On my hope of salvation we must make an example of this runagate! Maybe heaven will let one survive to be living witness that the Brothers, in the teeth GOmIicbooks (E(0)