St Nicholas [serial] . There wasa bustle on boardthe ship, therewas some ran-dom firing omuskets in thdirection othe splashinwhich thew a t c hhadheard;but none ofthe balls struckthe pirate or his jars,and he soon floated outof sight and hearing. Kick-ing out with his legs, and paddling as well as he AND HKARING- among the trees he mounted could with one hand, while he held on to the a small hill and looked back upon the town,jars with the other, he at last managed to reach The public square was lighted, and there, inthe land, and ran as fast as he could into the the middle of it, he saw the g
St Nicholas [serial] . There wasa bustle on boardthe ship, therewas some ran-dom firing omuskets in thdirection othe splashinwhich thew a t c hhadheard;but none ofthe balls struckthe pirate or his jars,and he soon floated outof sight and hearing. Kick-ing out with his legs, and paddling as well as he AND HKARING- among the trees he mounted could with one hand, while he held on to the a small hill and looked back upon the town,jars with the other, he at last managed to reach The public square was lighted, and there, inthe land, and ran as fast as he could into the the middle of it, he saw the gallows which haddark woods beyond the town. been erected for his execution, and this sight Bartholemy was now greatly in fear that doubtless animated him very much during thewhen his escape was discovered he would be first part of his long journey,tracked by bloodhounds, for these dogs were The terrible trials and hardships which Bar-much used by the Spaniards in pursuing es- tholemy experienced during his tramp along. rC -<??? \ isyi THE PIRATE SOON FLOATED OUT OF SIGHTAND HEARING. to follow him, and for three dayshe remained in a marshy forest,in the dark recesses of whichhe could hide, and wherethe water which coveredthe ground prevented thedogs from following hisscent. He had nothingto eat except a fewroots of water-plants;but he was accustomedto privation, and thesekept him alive. Oftenhe heard the houndsbaying on the dryland adjoining themarsh, and some-times he saw at nightdistant torches, whichhe was sure were car-ried by men who werehunting for him. But at last the pursuit seemed to be given up, and hearing no more dogs and seeing no more flickering lights, Bartholemy left the marsh and set out on his long journey down the coast. The place he wished to reach was called Golpho Triste, which was forty leagues away, but there he had reason to suppose he would find some friends. When he came out from 218 THE BUCCANEERS OF OUR COAST. the coast were such as could have bee
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