One of the San Salvador young men aboard us fancied some slight, experienced some fear, or may even,--who knows ?--have wearied of the gods.

Springing upon the rail he threw himself into sea and made off with great strokes toward the canoe.

Pedro behind him shouted "Escape!" There was a rush to the side to observe.
Fernando bawled, "Come back! or we'll let fly an arrow." He swam, the dark, naked fellow, like a fish.

Reaching the canoe, the Indians there took him in; he seemed to have a tale to tell, they all broke into talk, the canoe went round, they rowed fast back to land.

The _Nina_, lying near us, had her boat filling to go ashore.