Her purpose, however, was fairly clear.
But what about Lieutenant Sanchez?
Why was this unknown Spaniard already so openly my enemy?
There was no doubting his position, and there surely must be some reason for it outside of anything which had occurred on board the _Romping Betsy_.

His words had given me some inkling of the cause--a past quarrel with the Duke of Bucclough, in England, in which he must have been worsted, and which had left in his mind a lurking desire for revenge.

He dreamed of striking his enemy through me, because of relationship, a cowardly blow.

Yet this, by itself alone, was scarcely a reason why he should have thus sought me out for a victim.

No sane man would deliberately visit the sins of my brother on me.