procured them a passport to another world, Dolores swept the crowd with a penetrating glance and called for Milo, who appeared from the rear of the council hall laden with chains and bilboes which he cast down at her feet. Then the angry impatience of the disappointed sloop’s crew proved too intense, and Caliban bounded to the front, squealing shrilly:

“The fiend may take you with your irons! Shall we, men who followed Red Jabez through a sea of blood, cower to a woman of such soft mettle? Dolores, queen or woman or wench, it is for you, not us, to explain. Lads — ” he shrieked, flashing about and haranguing his companions — ”back me in this. We will know why the sloop lacked powder; why to-day’s work has brought no reward!”

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