The thought came to me in sudden revelation--why not?
Was not here a chance even yet to foil them?
With Sanchez dead, no man aboard that pirate craft would recognize me.

I felt assured of this.

I had fought the giant negro in the dark; he could not, during that fierce encounter, have distinguished my features any more clearly than I had his own.

There was no one else to fear.

Although I had been stationed at the wheel of the sloop as we swept past the _Namur_ while at anchor the day before, yet Estada, watching anxiously for the secret signal of his chief, would never have accorded me so much as a glance.