CHAPTER XII.

THE ROUT COMPLETE. At this declaration of the modern "_Ego civis Romanus_," captain Matasiete rather stepped behind the woman than otherwise, as a wary warrior chooses a cotton bale for breastwork when bullets are likely to fly. "Tut, tut, tut! What is all this farrago to me? In plain words, I come for my daughter whom you took off shore and have on this, I am afraid, piratical craft. I summon you to restore my child straightway, or I'll give you a tough bird to pick!" Gladsden impudently looked from her to the sal…