Beyond all doubt this fellow concealed beneath his smiles a nature entirely different from the one he now so carefully exhibited.

He could hate fiercely, and nourish revenge, and he was capable of mean, cowardly cruelty.

His threat toward me, as well as that strange incident Fairfax had observed on the deck of the _Romping Betsy_, evidenced all this clearly, yet such things rather proved the man a revengeful coward instead of a desperate adventurer.

Black Sanchez, according to all accounts, was a devil incarnate, and no such popinjay as this maker of love, could ever be changed into a terror of the sea.

He was not of that stern stuff.