“Indeed, but there is,” Cahusac insisted.  “Don Miguel, the Spanish Admiral, have offer us safe passage to sea if we will depart at once, do no damage to the town, release our prisoners, and surrender all that we took at Gibraltar.”

Captain Blood smiled quietly, knowing precisely how much Don Miguel’s word was worth.  It was Yberville who replied, in manifest scorn of his compatriot: 

“Which argues that, even at this disadvantage as he has us, the Spanish Admiral is still afraid of us.”

“That can be only because he not know our real weakness,” was the fierce retort.  “And, anyway, we must accept these terms.  We have no choice.  That is my opinion.”

“Well, it’s not mine, now,” said Captain Blood.  “So, I’ve refused them.”

“Refuse’!” Cahusac’s broad face grew purple.  A muttering from the men behind enheartened him.  “You have refuse’?  You have refuse’ already — and without consulting me?”

“Your disagreement could have altered nothing.  You’d have been outvoted, for Hagthorpe here was entirely of my own mind.  Still,” he went on, “if you and your own French followers wish to avail yourselves of the Spaniard’s terms, we shall not hinder you.  Send one of your prisoners to announce it to the Admiral.  Don Miguel will welcome your decision, you may be sure.”

Cahusac glowered at him in silence for a moment.  Then, having controlled himself, he asked in a concentrated voice: 

“Precisely what answer have you make to the Admiral?”

A smile irradiated the face and eyes of Captain Blood.  “I have answered him that unless within four-and-twenty hours we have his parole to stand out to sea, ceasing to dispute our passage or hinder our departure, and a ransom of fifty thousand pieces of eight for Maracaybo, we shall reduce this beautiful city to ashes, and thereafter go out and destroy his fleet.”

The impudence of it left Cahusac speechless.  But among the English buccaneers in the square there were many who savoured the audacious humour of the trapped dictating terms to the trappers.  Laughter broke from them.  It spread into a roar of acclamation; for bluff is a weapon dear to every adventurer.  Presently, when they understood it, even Cahusac’s French followers were carried off their feet by that wave of jocular enthusiasm, until in his truculent obstinacy Cahusac remained the only dissentient.  He withdrew in mortification.  Nor was he to be mollified until the following day brought him his revenge.  This came in the shape of a messenger from Don Miguel with a letter in which the Spanish Admiral solemnly vowed to God that, since the pirates had refused his magnanimous offer to permit them to surrender with the honours of war, he would now await them at the mouth of the lake there to destroy them on their coming forth.  He added that should they delay their departure, he would so soon as he was reenforced by a fifth ship, the Santo Nino, on its way to join him from La Guayra, himself come inside to seek them at Maracaybo.