Martin Conisbys Vengeance

Martin Conisby's Vengeance

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MARTIN CONISBY'S VENGEANCE
BY JEFFERY FARNOL
1921
TO MY DEAR AUNTS
MRS. MARRIOTT
AND
MISS JEFFERY "AUNTIE KIZ"
I DEDICATE THIS BOOK

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I

HOW MY SOLITUDE CAME TO AN END
II MY TROUBLES BEGIN
III HOW I HEARD A SONG THAT I KNEW
IV HOW I LABOURED TO MY SALVATION
V TELLETH HOW ALL MY TRAVAIL CAME TO NOUGHT
VI HOW I SUCCOURED ONE DON FEDERIGO, A GENTLEMAN
OF SPAIN
VII I AM DETERMINED ON MY VENGEANCE, AND MY
REASONS THEREFOR
VIII HOW THE DAYS OF MY WATCHING WERE
ACCOMPLISHED
IX WE FALL AMONG PIRATES
X HOW I CAME ABOARD THE HAPPY DESPATCH AND OF MY
SUFFERINGS THERE
XI HOW I FOUGHT IN THE DARK WITH ONE POMPEY, A
GREAT BLACKAMOOR
XII OF BATTLE, MURDER AND RESOLUTION DAY, HIS POINT
OF VIEW
XIII HOW WE FOUGHT AN ENGLISH SHIP
XIV TELLETH HOW THE FIGHT ENDED
XV HOW I FELL IN WITH MY FRIEND, CAPTAIN SIR ADAM
PENFEATHER
XVI HOW I HAD WORD WITH MY LADY, JOAN BRANDON

XVII TELLETH THE OUTCOME OF MY PRIDEFUL FOLLY
XVIII OF ROGER TRESSADY AND HOW THE SILVER WOMAN
CLAIMED HER OWN AT LAST
XIX HOW JOANNA CHANGED HER MIND
XX I GO TO SEEK MY VENGEANCE
XXI HOW I CAME TO NOMBRE DE DIOS
XXII HOW AT LAST I FOUND MY ENEMY, RICHARD
BRANDON
XXIII HOW I FOUND MY SOUL
XXIV OF OUR ADVENTURE AT SEA
XXV WE ARE DRIVEN ASHORE
XXVI OUR DESPERATE SITUATION
XXVII WE COMMENCE OUR JOURNEY
XXVIII WE FALL IN WITH ONE ATLAMATZIN, AN INDIAN
CHIEF
XXIX TELLETH SOMEWHAT OF A STRANGE CITY
XXX WE RESUME OUR JOURNEY
XXXI I MEET A MADMAN
XXXII HOW I FOUND MY BELOVED AT LAST
XXXIII OF DREAMS
XXXIV OF LOVE

XXXV OF THE COMING OF ADAM AND OF OUR GREAT JOY
THEREIN

MARTIN CONISBY'S VENGEANCE
CHAPTER I
HOW MY SOLITUDE CAME TO AN END
"Justice, O God, upon mine enemy. For the pain I suffer, may I see him
suffer; for the anguish that is mine, so may I watch his agony! Thou art
a just God, so, God of Justice, give to me vengeance!"
And having spoken this, which had been my prayer for three weary
years, I composed myself to slumber. But even so, I started up broad
awake and my every nerve a-tingle, only to see the moonlight flooding
my solitude and nought to hear save the rustle of the soft night wind
beyond the open door of the cave that was my habitation and the far-off,
never-ceasing murmur that was the voice of those great waters that
hemmed me in,--a desolate ocean where no ships ever sailed, a
trackless waste that stretched away to the infinite blue.
Crouched upon my bed I fell vaguely a-wondering what should have
roused me, hearkening to the distant roar of the surf that seemed to me
now plaintive and despairing, now full of an ominous menace that
banished gentle sleep.
Thereupon I must needs bethink me how often I had waked thus during
my long and weary sojourn on this lonely island; how many times I had
leapt from slumber, fancying I heard a sound of oars or voices hailing
cheerily beyond the reef, or again (and this most often and bitterest
phantasy of all) a voice, soft and low yet with a wondrous sweet and
vital ring, the which as I knew must needs sound within my dreams
henceforth,--a voice out of the past that