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shrugged. “Who knows, amigo, it would take quite a time to count it all up. So, are you going to play?”
    Thuron smiled then. “Aye, I’m going to play. There’s more gold aboard my ship, you know that. So let’s stop messing about with small wagers. I’m going to bet all I’ve got against what lies on this table. One chance, winner takes all!”
    Rocco Madrid could not resist the invitation. “You are a real gambler, amigo. I accept your wager, eh!” He looked up to his crew for approval, immediately sensing all was not well as he saw the bosun and first mate of La Petite Marie hemming him in.
    Thuron had one hand beneath the table. He smiled roguishly at his adversary. “There’s a dagger either side of you and a loaded musket pointed at your belly from my side. I’m betting there’s no pea under any of those three shells. Don’t move a muscle, Cap’n Madrid! Ben, lad, turn the shells over!” The boy swiftly did as he was bid. There was, of course, no pea. Sweat ran in rivulets down the Spaniard’s sallow face.
    The entire tavern had grown silent. All that could be heard was the crackle of beef drippings spilling onto the fire. There was death in Thuron’s voice. “Sit still, Madrid. You don’t want to get that pea lying in your lap covered with blood. You, Diablo crew, don’t be foolish. There’s no sense in dying because your captain’s a cheat. Stay still and you won’t come to any harm. The game’s over, I win! Anaconda, pick up that gold!”
    Captain Thuron’s steersman, Anaconda, was a black giant with a huge shaven head. He shrugged off a linen shirt, displaying awesome muscles. With a few swift moves he swept the gold coins inside his shirt and knotted it into an impromptu carrier.
    Rocco Madrid’s lips scarcely moved as he sneered at Raphael Thuron. “You will not get away with this, my friend!”
    Thuron stood, his musket still pointed at the Spaniard. “Oh yes I will . . . my friend. Right, lads, back out, stern first. Anybody makes a move, take no notice of them. Just kill their capitano. Ben, you’d best come with me, for the good of your health. Bring my lucky dog too!”
    Ben felt Ned’s thought penetrate his mind. “Do as he says, mate. This place isn’t safe anymore!”
    Once they were out on the quayside, the entire crew of La Petite Marie took to their heels and ran for it. Ben and Ned found themselves up front, with Thuron and his giant steersman. A cart of oranges was overturned, and some chickens broke loose from their cages as the mass of fleeing pirates dashed through the crowd. The singing girls began screaming, and the snake performer dropped his reptiles.
    Thuron bawled toward a trim three-masted vessel lying bow onto the harbour. “Make sail! Make sail! We’re coming aboard! Make sail there!”
    As he clattered up the steep gangplank, Ben could see the crew members on watch clambering into the rigging, whilst others loosed the ship’s headropes. There was a small culverin in the bows. The captain roared out orders for it to be loaded. He knelt by the little swivel cannon, beckoning Ben to his side. “We’ll blow them off the quay if they try to follow. Hand me that tow!”
    Ben saw the thick, smouldering rope end and passed it over to Thuron.
    Ned sent a thought to Ben. “I hadn’t figured on going to sea again, ever!”
    The boy replied mentally to his dog. “We’ve no choice. It’s either that or stay in Cartagena and get killed.” He turned to Thuron. “D’you think they’ll follow us, Cap’n?”
    The Frenchman held the burning tow near the culverin’s touch hole, nodding. “Maybe not right away, boy, but he’ll be coming after us. Rocco Madrid lost a lot of face today. By the way, how did you know he was cheating? I just thought I was extra unlucky