ent, have ye. Be content now, I will charge
myself with your welfare. Where is he that spoke with me this morning?"

So I stepped forward, and he looked upon me keenly.

"Thy name, friend?"

"Humphrey Salkeld, sir, nephew of Sir Thurstan Salkeld of Beechcot, in
the East Riding of Yorkshire."

"Tell me thy tale, Master Salkeld."

So I gave him the history that I have here written down, and when it
came to our doings in Mexico I spoke for Pharaoh Nanjulian and for all
who stood behind me. When I had got to the period which we spent on
board the Santa Filomena, my companions in distress bared their
shoulders and backs, and showed him the scars and the wounds and the
stripes which we had received. Then his face grew stern and set and the
English sailors that stood by groaned in their wrath and indignation.

"I am beholden to you, Master Salkeld," he said, when I had done. "Are
there any of you that would say more?"

But none wished to speak save one old white-haired man, who lifted up
his hand and called God to witness that all I had said was true, and
that our torments under the Inquisition had been such as could only be
prompted by the devil.

Then Drake commanded his men to bring forward Manuel Nunez and Frey
Bartolomeo, and presently they stood before us, still bold and defiant,
and Drake looked upon them.

"I am thinking, Senors," said he, "that if I had wrought such misdeeds
upon your people as you have upon mine, and you had caught me red-handed
as I have caught you, there would have been something in the way of
torture for me before I came to my last end. But be not alarmed; we
Englishmen love justice, but we hate cruelty. And so we will be just to
you, and we will send you to your true place, where there is doubtless a
reward prepared for you. Hang them to the yard-arm of their own ship."

So they carried Nunez and the monk over the side, and presently their
bodies swung from the yard-arm of the Santa Filomena, and so they
passed to their reward. And as for Nunez, he mocked us till the end, but
the monk said never a word, but stared fixedly before him, seeming to
care no more for death than he had for the sufferings that he had heaped
upon his fellow-men.

After that Drake restored the Spaniards whom we had captured to their
own ship, and bade them go home, or back to Mexico, or wherever they
pleased, and to tell their masters what Francis Drake had done to them,
and that he would do the same to every