“Ah! that was no small make-weight to our disasters, after all.  I sighted her for six days’ sail from the American coast:  but ere we could lay her aboard it fell dead calm.  Never a boat had I on board—­they were all lost in a gale of wind—­and the other ships were becalmed two leagues astern of me.  There was no use lying there and pounding her till she sank; so I called the carpenter, got up all the old chests, and with them and some spars we floated ourselves alongside, and only just in time.  For the last of us had hardly scrambled up into the chains, when our crazy Noah’s ark went all aboard, and sank at the side, so that if we had been minded to run away, Amyas, we could not; whereon, judging valor to be the better part of discretion (as I usually do), we fell to with our swords and had her in five minutes, and fifty thousand pounds’ worth in her, which set up my purse again, and Raleigh’s too, though I fear it has run out again since as fast as it ran in.”

And so ended Sir Richard’s story.

Amyas went the next day to Salterne, and told his tale.  The old man had heard the outlines of it already:  but he calmly bade him sit down, and listened to all, his chin upon his hand, his elbows on his knees.  His cheek never blanched, his lips never quivered throughout.  Only when Amyas came to Rose’s marriage, he heaved a long breath, as if a weight was taken off his heart.

“Say that again, sir!”

Amyas said it again, and then went on; faltering, he hinted at the manner of her death.

“Go on, sir!  Why are you afraid?  There is nothing to be ashamed of there, is there?”

Amyas told the whole with downcast eyes, and then stole a look at his hearer’s face.  There was no sign of emotion:  only somewhat of a proud smile curled the corners of that iron mouth.

“And her husband?” asked he, after a pause.

“I am ashamed to have to tell you, sir, that the man still lives.”

“Still lives, sir?”

“Too true, as far as I know.  That it was not my fault, my story bears me witness.”

“Sir, I never doubted your will to kill him.  Still lives, you say?  Well, so do rats and adders.  And now, I suppose, Captain Leigh, your worship is minded to recruit yourself on shore a while with the fair lass whom you have brought home (as I hear) before having another dash at the devil and his kin!”

“Do not mention that young lady’s name with mine, sir; she is no more to me than she is to you; for she has Spanish blood in her veins.”

Salterne smiled grimly.

“But I am minded at least to do one thing, Mr. Salterne, and that is, to kill Spaniards, in fair fight, by land and sea, wheresoever I shall meet them.  And, therefore, I stay not long here, whithersoever I may be bound next.”

“Well, sir, when you start, come to me for a ship, and the best I have is at your service; and, if she do not suit, command her to be fitted as you like best; and I, William Salterne, will pay for all which you shall command to be done.”