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HOW PETER MET THE SPANIARD
JOHN CASTELL
PETER GATHERS VIOLETS
LOVERS DEAR
CASTELL'S SECRET
FAREWELL
NEWS FROM SPAIN
D'AGUILAR SPEAKS
THE SNARE
THE CHASE
THE MEETING ON THE SEA
FATHER HENRIQUES
THE ADVENTURE OF THE INN
INEZ AND HER GARDEN
PETER PLAYS A PART
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH
THE PLOT
THE HOLY HERMANDAD
BETTY PAYS HER DEBTS
ISABELLA OF SPAIN
BETTY STATES HER CASE
THE DOOM OF JOHN CASTELL
FATHER HENRIQUES AND THE BAKER'S OVEN
THE FALCON STOOPS
HOW THE _MARGARET_ WON OUT TO SEA
ENVOI

her, he strove to draw her to him. 

 

"Peter! Help me, Peter!" cried Margaret as she struggled fiercely in his 

grip. 

 

"No, no, if you want a saint, my bonny lass," said the drunken 

Scotchman, "Andrew is as good as Peter," at which witticism those of the 

others who understood him laughed, for the man's name was Andrew. 

 

Next instant they laughed again, and to the ruffian Andrew it seemed as 

though suddenly he had fallen into the power of a whirlwind. At least 

Margaret was wrenched away from him, while he spun round and round to 

fall violently upon his face. 

 

"That's Peter!" exclaimed one of the soldiers in Spanish. 

 

"Yes," answered another, "and a patron saint worth having"; while a 

third pulled the recumbent Andrew to his feet. 

 

The man looked like a devil. His cap had gone, and his fiery red hair 

was smeared with mud. Moreover, his nose had been broken on a cobble 

stone, and blood from it poured all over him, while his little red eyes 

glared like a ferret's, and his face turned a dirty white with pain and 

rage. Howling out something in Scotch, of a sudden he drew his sword and 

rushed straight at his adversary, purposing to kill him. 

 

Now, Peter had no sword, but only his short knife, which he found no 

time to draw. In his hand, however, he carried a stout holly staff shod 

with iron, and, while Margaret clasped her hands and Betty screamed, on 

this he caught the descending blow, and, furious as it was, parried and 

turned it. Then, before the man could strike again, that staff was up, 

and Peter had leapt upon him. It fell with fearful force, breaking the 

Scotchman's shoulder and sending him reeling back. 

 

"Shrewdly struck, Peter! Well done, Peter!" shouted the spectators. 

 

But Peter neither saw nor heard them, for he was mad with rage at the 

insult that had been offered to Margaret. Up flew the iron-tipped staff 

again, and down it came, this time full on Andrew's head, which it 

shattered like an egg-shell, so that the brute fell backwards, dead. 

 

For a moment there was silence, for the joke had taken a tragic turn. 

Then one of the Spaniards said, glancing at the prostrate form: 

 

"Name of God! our mate is done for. That merchant hits hard." 

 

Instantly there arose a murmur among the dead man's comrades, and one of 

them cried: 

 

"Cut him down!" 

 

Understanding that he was to be set on, Peter sprang forward and 

snatched the Scotchman's sword from the ground where it had fallen, at 


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