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under the rain of English arrows, came right across the bows of the
_Margaret_, heading for the little bay of Calahonda, that is the port of
Motril, for here the shore was not much more than a league away.
"Now," said Jacob Smith, the captain of the _Margaret_, who stood under
the shelter of the bulwarks with Castell and Peter, "up that bay lies a
Spanish town. I know it, for I have anchored there, and if once the _San
Antonio_ reaches it, good-bye to our lady, for they will take her to
Granada, not thirty miles away across the mountains, where this Marquis
of Morella is a mighty man, for there is his palace. Say then, master,
what shall we do? In five more minutes the Spaniard will be across our
bows again. Shall we run her down, which will be easy, and take our
chance of picking up the women, or shall we let them be taken captive to
Granada and give up the chase?"
"Never," said Peter. "There is another thing that we can do--follow them
into the bay, and attack them there on shore."
"To find ourselves among hundreds of the Spaniards, and have our throats
cut," answered Smith, the captain, coolly.
"If we ran them down," asked Castell, who had been thinking deeply all
this while, "should we not sink also?"
"It might be so," answered Smith; "but we are built of English oak, and
very stout forward, and I think not. But she would sink at once, being
near to it already, and the odds are that the women are locked in the
cabin or between decks out of reach of the arrows, and must go
"There is another plan," said Peter sternly, "and that is to grapple
with her and board her, and this I will do."
The captain, a stout man with a flat face that never changed, lifted his
eyebrows, which was his only way of showing surprise.
"What!" he said. "In this sea? I have fought in some wars, but never
have I known such a thing."
"Then, friend, you shall know it now, if I can but find a dozen men to
follow me," answered Peter with a savage laugh. "What? Shall I see my
mistress carried off before my eyes and strike no blow to save her?
Rather will I trust in God and do it, and if I die, then die I must, as
a man should. There is no other way."
Then he turned and called in a loud voice to those who stood around or
loosed arrows at the Spaniard:
"Who will come with me aboard yonder ship? Those who live shall spend
their days in ease thereafter, that I promise, and those who fall will
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