There was something so tremendous in Hornigold's interest that in spite of himself the young man felt compelled to answer.
"It was his pleasure."
"Had you not a name of your own?"
"None that I know of."
"What mean you?"
"I was found, a baby, outside the walls of Panama in a little village. The Viceroy adopted me and brought me up. That is all."
"When was this?" asked Hornigold.
"After the sack of Panama. And the name of the village was——"
"Cuchillo——" interrupted Hornigold triumphantly.