He looked at her, and noted in her
bearing only excitement. Of fear he could still discern no trace.
His lordship was past amazement. She was not by any means the kind
of woman to which life had accustomed him.
"Presently," he said, "you will suffer me to place you under cover."
"I can see best from here," she answered him. And added quietly:
"I am praying for this Englishman. He must be very brave."
Under his breath Lord Julian damned the fellow's bravery.
The Arabella was advancing now along a course which, if continued,
must carry her straight between the two Spanish ships. My lord
pointed it out. "He's crazy surely!" he cried. "He's driving
straight into a death-trap. He'll be crushed to splinters between
the two. No wonder that black-faced Don is holding his fire. In
his place, I should do the same."
But even at that moment the Admiral raised his hand; in the waist,
below him, a trumpet blared, and immediately the gunner on the prow
touched off his guns. As the thunder of them rolled out, his
lordship saw ahead beyond the English ship and to larboard of her
two heavy splashes.
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