At the Admiral's command the harquebus and crossbow men laid their weapons down, though watchful eye was kept.
But no arrow flights had come from the wood, and as far as could be seen some kind of lance, not formidable looking, was their only weapon.

Next the Admiral made our fifer to play a merry and peaceful air.
We had noted a clump of trees advanced into the sand and we thought that the bolder men were occupying this.

Now a man started out alone, a young man by the looks of him, drawn as he was against the white sand, and a paladin, for he marched to meet alone he knew not what or whom.
"Blackamoor!" exclaimed De Arana beside me, but as he came nearer we saw that the dead blackness was paint, laid in a fantastic pattern upon his face and body.

Native hue of skin, as we came presently to find in the unpainted, was a pleasing red-brown.

He advanced walking daintily and proudly, knowing that his people were watching him.