"No; put me down plain Baptiste. My name is so well known now that I should like to leave half of it out."
"Very well," said Carew, as he wrote. "And who is this big fellow?"
"His name is Juan Silvas. But he, too, would rather be called by any other name, after the unpleasant publicity of the trial. His nickname among us is El Toro—the bull—because of his goggle eyes, his bull-like features and strength, and his blind, bovine rage. Put him down as Juan Toro."
"Good; it is done. And what is the other man's name?"
"José Rodez, known among his intimates as El Chico, or the little one."
"Then, following your system, I will inscribe him as José Chico. Will that do?"
"One name is as good as another," replied the Frenchman; "but oh, mon capitaine, this has been a somewhat trying day for us, and we are all very hungry."
"There is plenty of food on board. I will show you where to find it. Give the lads some supper; then turn in, all of you. The tide is early, and we sail at daybreak."
The next morning, just as the first slight murmuring sound arose from the big city, telling that the giant was awaking to its restless life, the canal lock was opened, and the yacht shot out into the tideway.