"That was well done, Colorado! But here we come to trouble, do you see?
for I that speak to you--I am a Malay pirate!" The boy started violently and looked up, expecting he knew not what sudden and awful change in the face that bent down over him; but no! it was the same quiet, dark face, only there was a bright gleam in the eyes.

A gleam of fun, was it?
Surely not of ferocity.
"I come up this river," the Skipper continued, rapidly, "to see what I find,--perhaps gold, perhaps silver, perhaps prisoners of value.

I look about, I see the pleasant village, I see persons very amiable, but no precious thing except one; that one, I have it! I am a Malay pirate, Colorado, and thus I carry off my prize!" and picking up the child as if he were a feather, and tossing him up to his shoulder, the Skipper strode from the garden, and took his way toward the wharf..