In another second I had fallen on the deck as they slacked the rope.
Near me stood two black men whose office it was to cast us poor wretches
into the sea, and behind them, seated in a chair, his face haggard from
recent illness, sat de Garcia fanning himself with his sombrero, for the
night was very hot.
He recognised me at once in the moonlight, which was brilliant, and
said, 'What! are you here and still alive, Cousin? You are tough indeed;
I thought that you must be dead or dying. Indeed had it not been for
this accursed plague, I would have seen to it myself. Well, it has come
right at last, and here is the only lucky thing in all this voyage, that
I shall have the pleasure of sending you to the sharks. It consoles
me for much, friend Wingfield. So you came across the seas to seek
vengeance on me? Well, I hope that your stay has been pleasant. The
accommodation was a little poor, but at least the welcome was hearty.
And now it is time to speed the parting guest. Good night, Thomas
Wingfield; if you should chance to meet your mother presently, tell her
from me that I was grieved to have to kill her, for she is the one being
whom I have loved. I did not come to murder her as you may have thought,
but she forced me to it to save myself, since had I not done so, I
should never have lived to return to Spain. She had too much of my own
blood to suffer me to escape, and it seems that it runs strong in your
veins also, else you would scarcely hold so fast by vengeance.
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