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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

the widening river; now past villages, where knots of people waved 

weapons at them as they went; now by desolate marshes, plains, and banks 

clothed with pine. 

 

When they reached Bonanza the sun was low, and when they were off San 

Lucar it had begun to sink. Out into the wide river mouth, where the 

white waters tumbled on the narrow bar, rowed two great galleys to cut 

them off, very swift galleys, which it seemed impossible to escape. 

 

Margaret and Castell were sent below, the crew went to quarters, and 

Peter crept stiffly aft to where the sturdy Smith stood at the helm, 

which he would suffer no other man to touch. Smith looked at the sky, he 

looked at the shore, and the safe, open sea beyond. Then he bade them 

hoist more sail, all that she could carry, and looked grimly at the two 

galleys lurking like deerhounds in a pass, that hung on their oars in 

the strait channel, with the tumbling breakers on either side, through 

which no ship could sail. "What will you do?" asked Peter. "Master 

Peter," he answered between his teeth, "when you fought the Spaniard 

yesterday I did not ask you what _you_ were going to do. Hold your 

tongue, and leave me to my own trade." 

 

The _Margaret_ was a swift ship, but never yet had she moved so 

swiftly. Behind her shrilled the gale, for now it was no less. Her stout 

masts bent like fishing poles, her rigging creaked and groaned beneath 

the weight of the bellying canvas, her port bulwarks slipped along 

almost level with the water, so that Peter must lie down on the deck, 

for stand he could not, and watch it running by within three feet 

of him. 

 

The galleys drew up right across her path. Half a mile away they lay bow 

by bow, knowing well that no ship could pass the foaming shallows; lay 

bow by bow, waiting to board and cut down this little English crew when 

the _Margaret_ shortened sail, as shorten sail she must. Smith yelled an 

order to the mate, and presently, red in the setting sun, out burst the 

flag of England upon the mainmast top, a sight at which the sailors 

cheered. He shouted another order, and up ran the last jib, so that now 

from time to time the port bulwarks dipped beneath the sea, and Peter 

felt salt water stinging his sore back. 

 

Thus did the _Margaret_ shorten sail, and thus did she yield her to the 

great galleys of Spain. 

 

The captains of the galleys hung on. Was this foreigner mad, or ignorant 

of the river channel, they wondered, that he would sink with every soul 


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