Короли и капуста

           Theywerewaiting,ontheSalvador,towelcomethem.Thesloopcameclosealongsidethesteamerwherehersideswereslicedalmosttothelowerdeckfortheloadingoffruit.ThesailorsoftheSalvadorgrappledandheldherthere.

           CaptainMcLeodleanedovertheside.

           "Well,señor,thejigisup,I’mtold."

           "Thejigisup?"DonSabaslookedperplexedforamoment."Thatrevolution—ah,yes!"Withashrugofhisshouldershedismissedthematter.

           Thecaptainlearnedoftheescapeandtheimprisonedcrew.

           "Caribs?"hesaid;"noharminthem."Heslippeddownintothesloopandkickedloosethehaspofthehatch.Theblackfellowscametumblingup,sweatingbutgrinning.

           "Hey!blackboys!"saidthecaptain,inadialectofhisown;"yousabe,catchyboatandvamosbacksameplacequick."

           Theysawhimpointtothemselves,thesloopandCoralio."Yas,yas!"theycried,withbroadergrinsandmanynods.

           Thefour—DonSabas,thetwoofficersandthecaptain—movedtoquitthesloop.DonSabaslaggedalittlebehind,lookingatthestillformofthelateadmiral,sprawledinhispaltrytrappings.

           "Pobrecitoloco,"hesaidsoftly.

           Hewasabrilliantcosmopoliteandacognoscenteofhighrank;but,afterall,hewasofthesameraceandbloodandinstinctasthispeople.EvenasthesimplepaisanosofCoraliohadsaidit,sosaidDonSabas