The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 16 Page 7

“There is the traitor, Sultana! This is the avenger.”

Dolores looked; every eye was turned where Milo pointed; and the brutal laughter of some of the hardiest pirates mingled with the groans of the three yachtsmen, whose escape from a horrible death by fire could not reconcile them to the staggering vengeance that had overtaken the wretch who had attempted that death. Bathed in an infernal glow, grotesque as a creature of a diseased brain, the unhuman Sancho staggered across the glade and into the darkness of the forest, bearing in his handless arms a ghastly burden in which the hilt of Pascherette’s dagger glittered and flashed as the firelight touched it.

“Back! Let him go!” cried Dolores; and a score of shouting ruffians returned from swift pursuit,