A lookout from his masthead had spied the _Spray_ the evening before.

The captain, when I came near enough, threw a line to me and sent a bottle of wine across slung by the neck, and very good wine it was.

He also sent his card, which bore the name of Juan Gantes.

I think he was a good man, as Spaniards go.

But when I asked him to report me "all well" (the _Spray_ passing him in a lively manner), he hauled his shoulders much above his head; and when his mate, who knew of my expedition, told him that I was alone, he crossed himself and made for his cabin.