Martin Conisby's Vengeance

Jeffery Farnol

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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
EBOOK MARTIN CONISBY'S VENGEANCE ***
Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Josephine Paolucci
and PG Distributed ProofreadersMARTIN CONISBY'S
VENGEANCE
BY JEFFERY FARNOL
1921
TO MY DEAR AUNTS
MRS. MARRIOTT
AND
MISS JEFFERY "AUNTIE KIZ"
I DEDICATE THIS BOOKCONTENTS
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 HAPPYDESPATCH 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 DIOSXXII 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 LOVEXXXV OF THE COMING OF ADAM AND OF OUR
GREAT JOY THEREINMARTIN CONISBY'S
VENGEANCECHAPTER 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