So, to the Spaniards’ surprise (who most of them believed that the English were atheists), to prayers they went.

After which Brimblecombe contrived to inspire the black cook and the Portuguese steward with such energy that, by seven o’clock, the latter worthy appeared on deck, and, with profound reverences, announced to “The most excellent and heroical Senor Adelantado Captain Englishman,” that breakfast was ready in the state-cabin.

“You will do us the honor of accompanying us as our guest, sir, or our host, if you prefer the title,” said Amyas to the commandant, who stood by.

“Pardon, senor:  but honor forbids me to eat with one who has offered to me the indelible insult of bonds.”

“Oh!” said Amyas, taking off his hat, “then pray accept on the spot my humble apologies for all which has passed, and my assurances that the indignities which you have unfortunately endured, were owing altogether to the necessities of war, and not to any wish to hurt the feelings of so valiant a soldier and gentleman.”

“It is enough, senor,” said the commandant, bowing and shrugging his shoulders—­for, indeed, he too was very hungry; while Cary whispered to Amyas—­

“You will make a courtier, yet, old lad.”

“I am not in jesting humor, Will:  my mind sadly misgives me that we shall hear black news, and have, perhaps, to do a black deed yet, on board here.  Senor, I follow you.”

So they went down, and found the bishop, who was by this time unbound, seated in a corner of the cabin, his hands fallen on his knees, his eyes staring on vacancy, while the two priests stood as close against the wall as they could squeeze themselves, keeping up a ceaseless mutter of prayers.

“Your holiness will breakfast with us, of course; and these two frocked gentlemen likewise.  I see no reason for refusing them all hospitality, as yet.”

There was a marked emphasis on the last two words, which made both monks wince.

“Our chaplain will attend to you, gentlemen.  His lordship the bishop will do me the honor of sitting next to me.”

The bishop seemed to revive slowly as he snuffed the savory steam; and at last, rising mechanically, subsided into the chair which Amyas offered him on his left, while the commandant sat on his right.

“A little of this kid, my lord?  No—­ah—­Friday, I recollect.  Some of that turtle-fin, then.  Will, serve his lordship; pass the cassava-bread up, Jack!  Senor commandant! a glass of wine?  You need it after your valiant toils.  To the health of all brave soldiers—­and a toast from your own Spanish proverb, ‘To-day to me, tomorrow to thee!’”

“I drink it, brave senor.  Your courtesy shows you the worthy countryman of General Drake, and his brave lieutenant.”

“Drake!  Did you know him, senor?” asked all the Englishmen at once.

“Too well, too well—­” and he would have continued; but the bishop burst out—­