Radisson was not the man to miss the chance of seeing a rival's ship.
"How about that Canary taken from the foreign ship? A galleon, did you
say, tall and slim? Did you sink her or sell her? Send down your men to
my fellows! Let us go aboard for the story."
CHAPTER XI
MORE OF M. RADISSON'S RIVALS
So Ben Gillam must take M. Radisson aboard the Susan, or Garden, as she
was called when she sailed different colours, the young fellow with a
wry face, the Frenchman, all gaiety. As the two leaders mounted the
companion-ladder, hostages came towards the beach to join us. I had
scarce noticed them when one tugged at my sleeve, and I turned to look
full in the faithful shy face of little Jack Battle.
"Jack!" I shouted, but he only wrung and wrung and wrung at my hand,
emitting little gurgling laughs.
Then we linked arms and walked along the beach, where others could not
hear.
"Where did you come from?" I demanded.
"Master Ben fished me up on the Grand Banks. I was with the fleet. It
was after he met you off the straits; and here I be, Ramsay."
"After he met us off the straits." I was trying to piece some
connection between Gillam's ship and the inland assailants. "Jack,
tell me! How many days have you been here?"
"Three," says Jack.
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