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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

awaiting his end. 

 

That he was about to die he had no doubt, for the waist of the ship, as 

he could perceive by the lightning, was almost level with the sea, 

which, however, here in the harbour was now much calmer than it had 

been. This he knew, for although the rain still fell steadily and the 

wind howled above, no spray broke over them. Deeper and deeper sank the 

caravel as she drifted onwards, till at length the water washed over her 

deck from side to side, so that Castell was obliged to seat himself on 

the second step of the ladder down which Peter had charged up on the 

Spaniards. A while passed, and he became aware that the _San Antonio_ 

had ceased to move, and wondered what this might mean. The storm had 

rolled away now, and he could see the stars; also with it went the wind. 

The night grew warmer, too, which was well for him, for otherwise, wet 

as he was, he must have perished. Still it was a long night, the longest 

that ever he had spent, nor did any sleep come to relieve his misery or 

make his end easier, for the pain from the arrow wound in his arm kept 

him awake. 

 

So there he sat, wondering if Margaret was dead, as Peter seemed to be 

dead, and if so, whether their spirits were watching him now, watching 

and waiting till he joined them. He thought, too, of the days of his 

prosperity until he had seen the accursed face of d'Aguilar, and of all 

the worthless wealth that was his, and what would become of it. He hoped 

even that Margaret was gone; better that she should be dead than live on 

in shame and misery. If there were a God, how came it that He could 

allow such things to happen in the world? Then he remembered how, when 

Job sat in just such an evil case, his wife had invited him to curse God 

and die, and how the patriarch had answered to her, "What! shall we 

receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil?" 

Remembered, too, after all his troubles, what had been the end of that 

just man, and therefrom took some little comfort. After this a stupor 

crept over him, and his last thought was that the vessel had sunk and 

he was departing into the deeps of death. 

 

* * * * * 

 

Listen! A voice called, and Castell awoke to see that it was growing 

light, and that before him supporting himself on the rail of the ladder, 

stood the tall form of Peter--Peter with a ghastly, blood-stained 

countenance, chattering teeth, and glazed, unnatural eyes. 


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