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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

there upon the bar? They hung on, waiting for that leopard flag and 

those bursting sails to come down; but they never stirred; only straight 

at them rushed the _Margaret_ like a bull. She was not two furlongs 

away, and she held dead upon her course, till at last those galleys saw 

_that she would not sink alone_. Like a bull with shut eyes she held 

dead upon her furious course! 

 

Confusion arose upon the Spanish ships, whistles were blown, men 

shouted, overseers ran down the planks flogging the slaves, lifted oars 

shone red in the light of the dying sun as they beat the water wildly. 

The prows began to back and separate, five feet, ten feet, a dozen feet 

perhaps; then straight into that tiny streak of open water, like a stone 

from the hand of the slinger, like an arrow from a bow, rushed the 

wind-flung _Margaret_. 

 

What happened? Go ask it of the fishers of San Lucar and the pirates of 

Bonanza, where the tale has been told for generations. The great oars 

snapped like reeds, the slaves were thrown in crushed and mangled heaps, 

the tall deck of the port galley was ripped out of her like rent paper 

by the stout yards of the stooping _Margaret_, the side of the starboard 

galley rolled up like a shaving before a plane, and the _Margaret_ 

rushed through. 

 

Smith, the captain, looked aft to where, ere they sank, the two great 

ships, like wounded swans, rolled and fluttered on the foaming bar. Then 

he put his helm about, called the carpenter, and asked what water 

she made. 

 

"None, Sir," he answered; "but she will want new tarring. It was oak 

against eggshells, and we had the speed." 

 

"Good!" said Smith, "shallows on either side; life or death, and I 

thought I could make room. Send the mate to the helm. I'll have 

a sleep." 

 

Then the sun vanished beneath the roaring open sea, and, escaped from 

all the power of Spain, the _Margaret_ turned her scarred and splintered 

bow for Ushant and for England. 


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