You see what she has already done--a
hand lost to one man and wounds for twenty others--and she was on deck
less than five minutes. Heart of God! At that rate she would have the
ship at the bottom of Davy Jones's locker before we could sail half
down the channel."
"It was not my fault," sobbed Mary, her eyes flashing fire; "I did
nothing; all I wanted was to be left alone; but those brutes of
men--you shall pay for this; remember what I say. Did you expect
Captain Brandon to stand back and not defend me, when that wretch was
tearing my garments off?"
"Captain Brandon, did you say?" asked Bradhurst, with his hat off
instantly.
"Yes," answered that individual. "I shipped under an assumed name, for
various reasons, and desire not to be known. You will do well to keep
my secret."
"Do I understand that you are Master Charles Brandon, the king's
friend?" asked Bradhurst.
"I am," was the answer.
"Then, sir, I must ask your pardon for the way you have been treated.
We, of course, could not know it, but a man must expect trouble when
he attaches himself to a woman.
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