The Lady and the Pirate

"Many a criminal has been trapped by a woman whom he loves," said I

slowly. "But you would not do that if I had your word, even though you

hated me. And you do hate me very much, do you not?"

"Yes, very much. But if you took me by New Orleans without a supper at

Luigi's, I should hate you even more."

"Jean--Jean Lafitte," I called out in a low tone of voice.

"Aye, aye, Sir!" he saluted, as he came to the place where we stood,

like some seasoned sailorman, regardless of youthful hours of sleep.

"I am going up-town with the captive maiden. Do you stand here on

watch. We shall be gone about three hours."

"Hully gee!" ejaculated Jean Lafitte, but at once he saluted again.

"'Tis well, Black Bart," said he.

"Tell Captain Peterson to let no one come on board this boat under any

pretense; nor must any one leave it until I get back. If any one asks

for me, say I'm up-town."

"Isn't Aunt Lucinda going, too?" demanded Helena.

"She certainly is not!"

"Is it--is it quite correct for me to go alone with you?"

"That is your part of the adventure, Helena," said I calmly. An

instant later I had led her across the dingy warehouse dock, over

dusty streets, to a crooked street-car line over which I could hear

approaching one of the infrequent cars.