“Santo Domingo. Scotchman’s Bay.”
There was a pause while this information was being digested.
“Santo Domingo,” said someone, meditatively.
“Hispaniola,” said Carberry, explanatorily.
“Hayti,” said Hornblower.
“Santo Domingo—Hayti—Hispaniola,” said Carberry. “Three names for the same island.”
“Hayti!” exclaimed Roberts, some chord in his memory suddenly touched. “That’s where the blacks are in rebellion.”
“Yes,” agreed Buckland.
Anyone could guess that Buckland was trying to say that word in as noncommittal a tone as possible; it might be because there was a difficult diplomatic situation with regard to the blacks, and it might be because fear of the captain was still a living force in the ship.