And then, at last, the intrigued Spaniard spoke.
"Are you a doctor ?" "Among other things." The swarthy gentleman continued his study of the patient's pulse.

"Firm and regular," he announced at last, and dropped the wrist.

"You've taken no great harm." Don Diego struggled up into a sitting position on the red velvet couch.
"Who the devil are you ?" he asked.

"And what the devil are you doing in my clothes and aboard my ship ?" The level black eyebrows went up, a faint smile curled the lips of the long mouth.
"You are still delirious, I fear.

This is not your ship.