As they drew near to it they saw people gathering there, and guessed that they came from the little town of Motril, which lay up the river that here ran into the bay.

Also they saw other things--namely, the boat of the _San Antonio_ upon the shore, and rejoiced to know that it had come safe to land, for it rested upon its keel with but little water in its bottom.

Lying here and there also were the corpses of drowned men, five or six of them: no doubt those sailors who had swum after the boat or clung to its gunwale, but among these bodies none were those of women.
When at length they reached the shore, very few people were left there, for of the rest some had begun to wade out towards the ship to plunder her, whilst others had gone to fetch boats for the same purpose.
Therefore, the company who awaited them consisted only of women, children, three old men, and a priest.

The last, a hungry-eyed, smooth-faced, sly-looking man, advanced to greet them courteously, bidding them thank God for their escape.
"That we do indeed," said Castell; "but tell us, Father, where are our companions ?" "There are some of them," answered the priest, pointing to the dead bodies; "the rest, with the two senoras, started two hours ago for Granada.

The Marquis of Morella, from whom I hold this cure, told us that his ship had sunk, and that no one else was left alive, and, as the mist hid everything, we believed him.