His glance grew still more troubled.
"Valga me Dios!" he cried out, like a man in anguish.

"Will you tell me also that you are Don Diego de Espinosa ?" "Oh, no, my name is Blood--Captain Peter Blood.

This ship, like this handsome suit of clothes, is mine by right of conquest.

Just as you, Don Diego, are my prisoner." Startling as was the explanation, yet it proved soothing to Don Diego, being so much less startling than the things he was beginning to imagine.
"But...

Are you not Spanish, then ?" "You flatter my Castilian accent.