"Do you not remember me?
I am the boy who picked you up when you fell overboard, on the day when the English captured the ship you came out in, some four months ago." "Are you, indeed ?" the young lady said, in surprise.

"Yes, and now that I look close at you, I recognize your face.

Poor boy, how have you got into a strait like this ?" Ned understood but little of what she said, as he only knew a few words in Spanish.

It was with difficulty that he could understand it, even when spoken slowly; while, spoken as a native would do, he scarce gathered a word.

He saw, however, from her attitude, that her meaning was kind, and that she was disposed to do what she could for him.
He therefore, in his broken Spanish, told her how a ship, on which he and five of his comrades were embarked, had been driven ashore in the hurricane; and all lost, with the exception of another boy, and himself.
"It is lucky, indeed," the girl said to herself, when he had finished, "that I found that my father had left Nombre de Dios, and had come down to his house here; for, assuredly, the people would have made short work of these poor lads, had I not been here to aid them.