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"Will I say a prayer for your dirty soul now, whilst I am in this
position?" Captain Blood was furiously mocking him.
But the Spaniard, though defeated, now beyond hope for himself,
forced his lips to smile, and gave back mockery for mockery.
"Who will pray for your soul, I wonder, when that galleon comes to
lie board and board with you?"
"That galleon!" echoed Captain Blood with sudden and awful
realization that already it was too late to avoid the consequences
of Don Diego's betrayal of them.
"That galleon," Don Diego repeated, and added with a deepening sneer:
"Do you know what ship it is? I will tell you. It is the
Encarnacion, the flagship of Don Miguel de Espinosa, the Lord Admiral
of Castile, and Don Miguel is my brother. It is a very fortunate
encounter. The Almighty, you see, watches over the destinies of
Catholic Spain."
There was no trace of humour or urbanity now in Captain Blood. His
light eyes blazed: his face was set.
He rose, relinquishing the Spaniard to his men. "Make him fast,"
he bade them.


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