"For love of you, Mistress Mercedes."
"Just heaven! Who are you, I say!" cried the girl at this startling answer, turning in surprise and terror to look upon his countenance.
There was something familiar in the man's face that called up a vague recollection which she strove to master.
"Who are you?" she cried again.
"Sir Harry Morgan!" answered the horseman, bowing low over the saddle, "a free sailor at your service, ma'am."
"My God!" cried Alvarado, who had listened attentively, "the buccaneer?"
"The same," answered Morgan turning to him.
"Sir Harry Morgan! Were you not Governor of Jamaica last year?" asked Mercedes in astonishment.
"I had that honor, lady."
"Why are you now in arms against us?"