After these came servants, male and female, six or eight of them, and last of all a great wain, laden with baggage, drawn by four big Flemish horses.
"Now, whom have we here ?" ejaculated Castell, staring at them.
Captain Smith stared too, and sniffed at the wind as he had often done upon his deck on a foggy morning.
"I seem to smell Spaniards," he said, "which is a smell I don't like.
Look at their rigging.

Now, Master Castell, of whom does that barque with all her sails set remind you ?" Castell shook his head doubtfully.
"I seem to remember," went on Smith, "a great girl decked out like a maypole running across white sand in that Place of Bulls at Seville--but I forgot, you weren't there, were you ?" Now a loud, ringing voice was heard speaking in Spanish, and commanding some one to go to yonder house and inquire where was the gate to the Old Hall.

Then Castell knew at once.
"It is Betty," he said.

"By the beard of Abraham, it is Betty." "I think so too; but don't talk of Abraham, Master.

He is a dangerous man, Abraham, in these very Christian lands; say, 'By the Keys of St.
Peter,' or, 'By St.Paul's infirmities.'" "Child," broke in Castell, turning to one of the little girls, "run up to the Hall and tell your father and mother that Betty has come, and brought half Spain with her.