Pist! 'tis boys' play." The other seemed to lick his lips, as though the picture thus drawn greatly pleased him.
"Gracioso Dios! I hope 'tis so.

It has been dull enough here this month past.

I am for blue water, and an English ship to sack." "Or, better yet, a week at Porto Grande--hey, Manuel?
The girls are not so bad, with clink of gold in the pocket after a cruise.

Wait, though--there is someone coming down." I crouched backward into the bushes, and, a moment later, the newcomer moved past me scarcely a yard distant, along the narrow strip of sand.
He appeared no more than a black shadow, wrapped in a loose cloak, thus rendered so shapeless as to be scarcely recognizable.

Directly opposite my covert he paused peering forward in uncertainty.
"Estada." He spoke the name cautiously, and in doubt.
"Ay, Captain," and another figure, also shapeless, and ill-defined, emerged noiselessly from the gloom.