sh of his wound and loss of blood, that he felt
certain if he exerted himself but ever so little he would sink helpless
and insensible to the deck. While thinking thus he abstractedly raised
his hand to his head, and thus discovered that his wound had been
bandaged, evidently by a skilled hand, for the wrappings were all neatly
put on, adjusted, and sewn, instead of being merely tied. This was so
far satisfactory, for it seemed to point to the fact that he had fallen
into friendly hands, although his returning senses, enabled him to come
to the conclusion that he must certainly be aboard a Spanish ship. With
a sigh of relief he was preparing to pull the coverlet over him and lie
down once more, when his ear caught the sound of footsteps approaching.
He was just about to shout to the person or persons, whoever they might
be, and enquire as to where he was, and whether they could afford him
any information as to what had become of Harry, when his quick ear
caught one or two words of the conversation which the unknown persons
were carrying on. It was in Spanish. Then his surmise was a true one,
and he was indeed aboard one of the enemy's ships. With a stifled cry
he flung himself down in the bunk, and pulled the coverlet over him once
again, closing his eyes, and simulating heavy breathing, in the hope of
persuading the new-comers that he was in a deep slumber.

He was only just in time, for as he composed his limbs into a
comfortable position, in the event of the strangers making a lengthy
stay, two men entered.

Roger looked at them from between his nearly-closed eyelids and saw that
both were tall men, slender and dark, both wearing long black mustachios
and closely trimmed beards. Roger happened to possess a slight
knowledge of Spanish, and was thus able to gather the meaning of at
least part of their conversation. With one accord they approached
Roger's bunk and leaned over, looking at his face.

"He sleeps," said the elder of the two men.

"Well, let him sleep as long as he will," replied his companion
sardonically, "for it is little enough sleep the young heretic will get
when once he is delivered over to the Holy Inquisition."

Roger shuddered.

He had heard quite enough of the methods of that institution to
understand the significance of the words. He longed to open his eyes
and take more particular note than he had yet been able to do of the
personality of his two visitors; but he withstood the tem