He doesn't fear death, this damned pirate; but his son may take a different view.

Filial piety's mighty strong in Spain." He swung on his heel abruptly, and strode back to the knot of men about his prisoner.

"Here!" he shouted to them.

"Bring him below." And he led the way down to the waist, and thence by the booby hatch to the gloom of the 'tween-decks, where the air was rank with the smell of tar and spun yarn.

Going aft he threw open the door of the spacious wardroom, and went in followed by a dozen of the hands with the pinioned Spaniard.