But the natural diplomatist in him took control, and he replied with the utmost calmness.
"It may be so, but It is not a question that should arise.

The King of Spain is at peace with us.

We even hear, deep in the woods as we are, that he may take our part against England.

France already is helping us.

So I have come to ask you to take no share in plots against us, not to listen to evil counsels, and not to turn ear to traitors, who, having been traitors to one people, can readily be traitors to another." Braxton Wyatt leaped to his feet, his face blazing with wrath, and his hand flew to the hilt of the knife at his belt.
"Now this is more than I will stand!" he exclaimed, "you cannot ignore me, Paul Cotter, until such time you choose, and then call me foul names!" The Spaniard smiled.