CHAPTER III.
REVEALS SOMETHING SURPRISING IN REGARD TO EUROPEAN FORBEARANCE AND PIRATIC IMPUDENCE.
Seated on a gun-carriage, apart from his comrades in sorrow, Francisco Rimini gazed in stern silence upon the moonlit sea, and thought, perchance, of the little old lady with the rippling mouth, and the dark-eyed daughter of his adoption.
"Your fate is a sad one," said a deep voice close to his side.
Francisco started, and looked round with indignant surprise at Bacri.
"None the less sad that a friend has proved false, Jew," he said sternly. "It has never been my custom to call any of your race 'dog,' as too many of my creed have done in time past, but I am tempted to change my custom this night."
"To misname me would do you no good and me no harm," replied the Jew gravely. "My race is an accursed one as far as man is concerned, but man's curse is of no more value than his blessing."
"If these arms were free, Bacri," retorted Francisco hotly, "I would teach thee that which would
