One last broad gold shaft lighted the tall Admiral, his thick white hair, his eagle nose, his strong mouth.

Diego de Arana was big, alert and soldierly; Roderigo Sanchez had the look of alcalde through half a lifetime.

I had seen Roderigo de Escobedo's like in dark streets in France and Italy and Castile, and Pedro Gutierrez wherever was a court.

Juan de la Cosa, the master, stood a keen man, thin as a string.

Out of the crowd of mariners I pick Sancho and Beltran the cook, Ruiz the pilot, William the Irishman and Arthur the Englishman, and two or three others.