He stalked out, and his three captains--although they thought him mad--rolled after him in loyal silence.
de Rivarol was gasping like a landed fish. The stark truth had robbed him of speech. When he recovered, it was to thank Heaven vigorously that the council was relieved by Captain Blood's own act of that gentleman's further participation in its deliberations. Inwardly M. de Rivarol burned with shame and rage. The mask had been plucked from him, and he had been held up to scorn--he, the General of the King's Armies by Sea and Land in America.Nevertheless, it was to Cartagena that they sailed in the middle of March. Volunteers and n*****s had brought up the forces directly under M. de Rivarol to twelve hundred men. With these he thought he could keep the buccaneer contingent in order and
