" Silence. Has he given you the tools?" "He has," replied Bess, producing the handkerchief. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. "What say you to carrying her off, Captain?" suggested Blueskin. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. She found the silence comforting, as old people often do. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow.
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