"Whither away, Black Bart?" demanded L'Olonnois fiercely. "Lead, and

we follow."

"You had better put on a mask, Black Bart," added Jean Lafitte, and

handed me a spare one of his own manufacture. I hesitated, but then,

seeing that part of my success lay in our all remaining somewhat

piratical of character, I hastily slipped it above my eyes, and pulled

down my hat brim. "She will not know me now," said I to myself. And

truly enough we seemed desperate folk, fierce as any who ever lay in

keel boat off the foot of Natchez bluff, even in the bloodiest times

of Mike Fink the Keel-boatman or of Murrell the southern bandit king.

Partial, without invitation, climbed into the skiff with us. "Cast

off," I ordered. "Oars!" And my young men--whom by this time I had

trained in many ways nautical--obeyed in good seaman fashion. A moment

later we lay almost under the rail of the Belle Helène. No one

hailed us. We seemed taken only for some passing skiff.

"Listen!" I whispered, "there is risk in what we are going to do."

I looked at my blue-eyed pirate, L'Olonnois, who sat closer to me. On

his face was simple and complete happiness. At last, his adventure

had come to him and he was meeting it like a man.

"What is it, Black Bart?" I heard Jean Lafitte whisper hoarsely.

"We are to board and take yonder ship," I replied softly. "If we are

to succeed, you must do precisely as I tell you. Leave the main risk

to me, that of the law. I'll take possession on the ground that she is

my boat, that her charter money is not paid, and that yonder varlet is

making away with her out of the country. She holds much treasure, let

me assure you of that, my men--the greatest treasure that ever came

down this river.

"Now, listen. You, Lafitte, as soon as we get aboard, are to run and

close the hatch of the engine-room. That will pen Williams, the

engineer, below, where he can make no resistance. As soon as that is

done, run to those doors forward which lead down to the dining-room

companionway and shut those doors and latch them. That will take care

of John, the cook. The deck-hand is away with the varlet. That leaves

only the shipmaster and the women captives.

"While you are busy in this way, Lafitte, I will hunt for Peterson,

the master, who very likely is sitting quiet on the forward deck

somewhere. The main danger lies with him. While I attend to him, you,

L'Olonnois, run aft. You will find there two ladies, one very old and

ugly, the other very young and very beautiful. See that they do not

escape, and hold them there until I come aft to meet you.




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