"Not for nothing did the little Marteen lead the horse across the beach of Benicassim.

Now we will row back quickly.

We must be far away from here by the time the world is stirring." The boatmen bent to their oars with a will, and the boat leaped upon the water.

They had rowed for fifty yards when suddenly far away a cannon boomed.

The crew stopped, and every one in the boat strained his eyes seawards.