Their first attention must be for him.

Mr.Blood, himself, crept forward with two companions, leaving the others in the charge of that Nathaniel Hagthorpe whose sometime commission in the King's Navy gave him the best title to this office.
Mr.Blood's absence was brief.

When he rejoined his comrades there was no watch above the Spaniards' decks.
Meanwhile the revellers below continued to make merry at their ease in the conviction of complete security.

The garrison of Barbados was overpowered and disarmed, and their companions were ashore in complete possession of the town, glutting themselves hideously upon the fruits of victory.

What, then, was there to fear?
Even when their quarters were invaded and they found themselves surrounded by a score of wild, hairy, half-naked men, who--save that they appeared once to have been white--looked like a horde of savages, the Spaniards could not believe their eyes.
Who could have dreamed that a handful of forgotten plantation-slaves would have dared to take so much upon themselves?
The half-drunken Spaniards, their laughter suddenly quenched, the song perishing on their lips, stared, stricken and bewildered at the levelled muskets by which they were checkmated.
And then, from out of this uncouth pack of savages that beset them, stepped a slim, tall fellow with light-blue eyes in a tawny face, eyes in which glinted the light of a wicked humour.