in part," said he.
Captain Blood had a moment's uneasiness.

Did the Spaniard doubt his bona fides?
Yet in dress and speech he knew himself to be impeccably Spanish, and was not Don Esteban there to confirm him?
He swept on to afford further confirmation before the Admiral could say another word.
"And we have in the boat below two chests containing fifty thousand pieces of eight, which we are to deliver to your excellency." His excellency jumped; there was a sudden stir among his officers.
"They are the ransom extracted by Don Diego from the Governor of...." "Not another word, in the name of Heaven!" cried the Admiral in alarm.
"My brother wishes me to assume charge of this money, to carry it to Spain for him?
Well, that is a family matter between my brother and myself.

So, it can be done.

But I must not know...." He broke off.

"Hum! A glass of Malaga in my cabin, if you please," he invited them, "whilst the chests are being hauled aboard." He gave his orders touching the embarkation of these chests, then led the way to his regally appointed cabin, his four officers and the friar following by particular invitation.
Seated at table there, with the tawny wine before them, and the servant who had poured it withdrawn, Don Miguel laughed and stroked his pointed, grizzled beard.
"Virgen santisima! That brother of mine has a mind that thinks of everything.