On the eighth, Menendez took formal possession of his domain.  Cannon were fired, trumpets sounded, and banners displayed, as, at the head of his officers and nobles, he landed in state.  Mendoza, crucifix in hand, came to meet him, chanting, “Te Deum laudamus,” while the Adelantado and all his company, kneeling, kissed the cross, and the congregated Indians gazed in silent wonder.

Meanwhile the tenants of Fort Caroline were not idle.  Two or three soldiers, strolling along the beach in the afternoon, had first seen the Spanish ships and hastily summoned Ribaut.  He came down to the mouth of the river, followed by an anxious and excited crowd; but, as they strained their eyes through the darkness, they could see nothing but the flashes of the distant guns.  The returning light showed them at length, far out at sea, the Adelantado in hot chase of their flying comrades.  Pursuers and pursued were soon out of sight.  The drums beat to arms.  After many hours of suspense, the San Pelayo reappeared, hovering about the mouth of the river, then bearing away towards the south.  More anxious hours ensued, when three other sail came in sight, and they recognized three of their own returning ships.  Communication was opened, a boat’s crew landed, and they learned from Captain Cosette, that, confiding in the speed of his ship, he had followed the Spaniards to St. Augustine, reconnoitred their position, and seen them land their negroes and intrench themselves.

In his chamber at Fort Caroline, Laudonniere lay sick in bed, when Ribaut entered, and with him La Grange, Ste. Marie, Ottigny, Yonville, and other officers.  At the bedside of the displaced commandant they held their council of war.  There were three alternatives:  first, to remain where they were and fortify; next, to push overland for St. Augustine, and attack the invaders in their intrenchments; and, finally, to embark, and assail them by sea.  The first plan would leave their ships a prey to the Spaniards; and so too, in all likelihood, would the second, besides the uncertainties of an overland march through an unknown wilderness.  By sea, the distance was short and the route explored.  By a sudden blow they could capture or destroy the Spanish ships, and master the troops on shore before their reinforcements could arrive, and before they had time to complete their defences.

Such were the views of Ribaut, with which, not unnaturally, Laudonniere finds fault, and Le Moyne, judging by results, echoes the censures of his chief.  And yet the plan seems as well-conceived as it was bold, lacking nothing but success.  The Spaniards, stricken with terror, owed their safety to the elements, or, as they affirm, to the special interposition of the Holy Virgin.  Let us be just to Menendez.  He was a leader fit to stand with Cortes and Pizarro; but he was matched with a man as cool, skilful, prompt, and daring as himself.  The traces that have come down to us indicate, in Ribaut, one far above the common stamp:  “a distinguished man, of many high qualities,” as even the fault-finding Le Moyne calls him, devout after the best spirit of the Reform, and with a human heart under his steel breastplate.