“He got off in the Príncipe de Astúrias; but as he was chased I do not know whether he reached Cadiz in safety.”
“And the San Ildefonso?”
“She struck.”
“And the Santa Ana?”
“Struck too.”
“Good God!” cried my master, unable to conceal his indignation. “But you did not take the Nepomuceno?”
“Yes, that too.”
“Are you sure of that? With Churruca?”
“He was killed,” said the Englishman with sincere regret.
“Killed—Churruca killed!” exclaimed Don Alonso in grievous bewilderment. “And the Bahama—she was saved—the Bahama must have been able to reach Cadiz in safety.”