Now he knows our terms, blindfold him again, Senor Bernaldez, and away with him, for he poisons the air.

But first you, Inez, be gone and lodge that letter where you know." * * * * * That same night two cloaked figures, Peter and Bernaldez, were rowed in a little boat out to where the _Margaret_ lay in the river, and, making her fast, slipped up the ship's side into the cabin.

Here the stout English captain, Smith, was waiting for them, and so glad was the honest fellow to see Peter that he cast his arms about him and hugged him, for they had not met since that desperate adventure of the boarding of the _San Antonio_.
"Is your ship fit for sea, Captain ?" asked Peter.
"She will never be fitter," he answered.

"When shall I get sailing orders ?" "When the owner comes aboard," answered Peter.
"Then we shall stop here until we rot; they have trapped him in their Inquisition.

What is in your mind, Peter Brome ?--what is in your mind?
Is there a chance ?" "Aye, Captain, I think so, if you have a dozen fellows of the right English stuff between decks." "We have got that number, and one or two more.