D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 270: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Exchange. 253 the Corregidor’s house, with their panniers, as if bring- ing deep-sea food as usual to the soldiers there. When I say fifty, half the number were concealed in the baskets, carried between two or four men. Once in the yard, these leaped out, handing their comrades weapons, and the fifty invaded the castle!” “Capital!” and D’Artagnan’s eyes sparkled. ‘The baskets also contained grenades and port-fire; so that the Casa del Corregidor cannot be approached _ under penalty of that part being laid in ashes!” “Bravo!” cried Porthos. “Bravo! to the insurgents?” said Jorge de Marianda, frowning. “My friend means that so little will not cool the Spanish ardor! How did the Corregidor meet the sur- prise, being a man of war?” “He was made prisoner, this poor Balteazor de Zumaya! But that is not the sting! The successful vil- lains, headed by a seaman called Captain Pedro, kept so quiet over their taking, that Colonels Carinha and Potargo walked into the house, with their escorts, thinking to attend a council as usual! This makes me senior colonel but one!” “A Captain Pedro? It seems to me that this usurper of a Don Juan must be short of soldiers to employ fishermen for a stroke of war.” “Very short!’ added Porthos, frowning. “Soldiers or fishers, he gains that position in our midst,” said the colonel, sulkily. “The one thing is to assemble all the stray soldiers and the able citizens, and deliver our friends at the Corregidor’s!”’ “At the risk of the smelt catchers blowing up the whole?” “Trash!” “T can see,” muttered Porthos, “that our friend owns no houses in that part!” “Tn a word, we must turn out these rebels, since we meet them face to face at last?” “T am asking nothing better! For one, I should like to have that Captain Pedro within grasp of this my hand!” Gomichbooksnco im