The blood crept slowly back into his blenched face, and his glance grew in insolence, almost in menace.

Meanwhile the prisoner answered for him.
"I am Henri d'Ogeron, and this is my sister." "D'Ogeron ?" Captain Blood stared.

"Are you related by chance to my good friend the Governor of Tortuga ?" "He is my father." Levasseur swung aside with an imprecation.

In Captain Blood, amazement for the moment quenched every other emotion.
"The saints preserve us now! Are you quite mad, Levasseur?
First you molest the Dutch, who are our friends; next you take prisoners two persons that are French, your own countrymen; and now, faith, they're no less than the children of the Governor of Tortuga, which is the one safe place of shelter that we enjoy in these islands...." Levasseur broke in angrily: "Must I tell you again that it is a matter personal to me?
I make myself alone responsible to the Governor of Tortuga." "And the twenty thousand pieces of eight?
Is that also a matter personal to you ?" "It is." "Now I don't agree with you at all." Captain Blood sat down on the cask that Levasseur had lately occupied, and looked up blandly.

"I may inform you, to save time, that I heard the entire proposal that you made to this lady and this gentleman, and I'll also remind you that we sail under articles that admit no ambiguities.