only trust, that in my hurry and the darkness, I have not hurt you unnecessarily."
The Don laughed a pretty little hollow laugh: "No, kind Señor, my head, I trust, will after a few days have become united to my shoulders; and, for the present, your company will make me forget any slight discomfort."
"Pardon me, Señor; but by this daylight I should have seen that armor before."
"I doubt it not, Señor, as having been yourself also in the forefront of the battle," said the Spaniard, with a proud smile.
"If I am right, Señor, you are he who yesterday held up the standard after it was shot down."
"I do not deny that undeserved honor; and I have to thank the courtesy of you and your countrymen for having permitted me to do so with impunity."
"Ah, I heard of that brave feat," said the Lord Deputy. "You should consider yourself, Mr. Leigh, honored by being enabled to show courtesy to such a warrior."
How long this interchange of solemn compliments, of which Amyas was getting somewhat weary, would have gone on, I know not: but at that moment Raleigh entered hastily—
"My Lord, they have hung out a white flag, and are calling for a parley!"
The Spaniard turned pale, and felt for his sword, which was gone; and then, with a bitter laugh, murmured to himself—"As I expected."
"I am very sorry to hear it. Would to Heaven they had simply fought it out!" said Lord Gray half to himself; and then, "Go, Captain Raleigh, and answer them that (saving this gentleman's presence) the laws of war forbid a parley with any who are leagued with rebels against their lawful sovereign."
"But what if they wish to treat for this gentleman's ransom?"
"For their own, more likely," said the Spaniard; "but tell them, on my part, Señor, that Don Guzman refuses to be ransomed; and will return to no camp where the commanding officer, unable to infect his captains with his own cowardice, dishonors them against their will."
"You speak sharply, Señor," said Winter, after Raleigh had gone out.
"I have reason, Señor Admiral, as you will find, I fear, ere long."
"We shall have the honor of leaving you here, for the present, sir, as Admiral Winter's guest," said the Lord Deputy.
"But not my sword, it seems."
"Pardon me, Señor; but no one has deprived you of your sword," said Winter.
"I don't wish to pain you, sir," said Amyas, "but I fear that we were both careless enough to leave it behind last night."
A flash passed over the Spaniard's face, which disclosed terrible depths of fury and hatred beneath that quiet mask, as the summer
