All a splendid double-barreled gun, which I knew he was very desirous of
having. He hesitated a moment; he was so very desirous to complete
the poor devil's punishment. But when I added to the gun an English
cutlass with which I had shivered his highness's yataghan to pieces, the
Bey yielded, and agreed to forgive the hand and head, but on condition
that he never again was to set foot in Tunis. This was a useless
clause, for whenever the coward sees the first glimpse of the shores of
Africa, he runs down below, and can only be induced to appear again
when we are out of sight of one quarter of the globe."
Franz remained a moment mute and pensive, hardly knowing what to think of the half-kindness, half-cruelty, with which the host related the brief narrative.
"And like the celebrated sailor whose name you have assumed," he said, by way of changing the conversation, "you pass your life in traveling?"
"Yes. I made a vow at a time when I little thought I should ever be able to accomplish it," said the unknown, with a singular smile; "and I made some others also, which I hope I may fulfil in due season."
Although Sindbad pronounced these words with much calmness, his eyes darted gleams of singular ferocity.
"You have suffered a great deal, sir?" said Franz inquiringly.
Sindbad quivered and looked fixedly at him, as he replied, "What makes you suppose so?"
"Everything!" answered Franz,—"your voice, your look, your pallid complexion, and even the life you lead."
"I! I live the happiest life I know; the real life of a pasha. I am king of all creation. I am pleased with one place, and stay there; I get tired of it, and leave it; I am free as a bird, and have wings like one; my attendants obey me at a signal. Sometimes I amuse myself by carrying off from human justice some bandit it is in quest of, some criminal whom it pursues. Then I have my own mode of justice, high or low, with out respite or appeal, which condemns or pardons, and which no one sees. Ah! if you had tasted my life, you would not desire any other, and would never return to the world unless you had some great project to accomplish there."
"A vengeance, for instance!" observed Franz.
The unknown fixed on the young man one of those looks which penetrate into the depth of the heart and thoughts.
"And why a vengeance?" he asked.
"Because," replied Franz, "you seem to me like a man who, persecuted by society, has a fearful account to settle with it."
"Ah!" responded Sindbad, laughing with his singular laugh, which
