In the morning the sun rose brilliantly, and there was no sign of the great storm which had scattered the fleet of England.  The shore was to be seen at a distance of some four miles.  It was low and sandy, with lofty mountains in the distance.  Far inland a white town with minaret and dome could be seen.

“Know you where we are?” the earl asked.

“As far as I can tell,” the captain said, “we have been driven up the bay called the Little Syrtis—­a place full of shoals and shallows, and abounding with pirates of the worst kind.”

“Think you that the ship has suffered injury?”

“Whether she has done so or not,” the captain said, “I fear greatly that she is fast in the sand, and even the lightening of all her cargo will scarce get her off; but we must try at least.”

“It is little time that we shall have to try, Master Captain,” Cuthbert, who was standing close, said.  “Me thinks those two long ships which are putting out from that town will have something to say to that.”

“It is too true,” the captain said.  “Those are the galleys of the Moorish corsairs.  They are thirty or forty oars, draw but little water, and will be here like the wind.”

“What do you advise?” asked the earl.  “The falconets which you have upon the poop can make but a poor resistance to boats that can row around us, and are no doubt furnished with heavy metal.  They will quickly perceive that we are aground and defenseless, and will be able to plump their shot into us until they have knocked the good ship to pieces.  However, we will fight to the last.  It shall not be said that the Earl of Evesham was taken by infidel dogs and sold as a slave, without striking a blow in his defense.”

Cuthbert stood watching the corsairs, which were now rowing toward them at all speed.

“Methinks, my lord,” he said presently, “if I might venture to give an opinion, that we might yet trick the infidel.”

“As how, Cuthbert?” the earl said.  “Speak out; you know that I have great faith in your sagacity.”

“I think, sir,” the page said, “that did we send all your men below, leaving only the crew of the vessel on deck, they would take us for a merchant ship which has been wrecked here, and exercise but little care how they approach us.  The men on deck might make a show of firing once or twice with the falconets.  The pirates, disdaining such a foe, would row alongside.  Once there, we might fasten one or both to our side with grapnels, and then, methinks, that English bill and bow will render us more than a match for Moorish pirates, and one of these craft can scarcely carry more men than we have.  I should propose to take one of them by force, and drive the pirates overboard; take possession of, if possible, or beat off her consort; and then take the most valuable stores from the ship and make our way as best we can to the north.”

“Well thought of!” exclaimed the earl cordially.  “You have indeed imagined a plan which promises well.  What think you, captain?”