"Captain—Adam Penfeather—o' the Brotherhood!"
"Ha!" quoth Adam, nodding grimly. "I see you know me! So, Resolution Day, I warn you to prepare to make your final exodus with Captain Jo—at sunset!"
Resolution's scarred head sank, his maimed body seemed to shrink and there broke from him a groan:
"To hang—to die—she's so young—so young—all I ever had to love! Oh,
Lord God o' battles—"
"Godby, summon the guard and see him safely bestowed—in the lock-up aft, and bring the key to my cabin." So at Godby's word, in came two armed fellows and marched out Resolution Day, his head still bowed and his fetters jangling dismally.
"You'll never hang her, Adam!" said I, when we were alone. "You cannot, man—you shall not!"
"Lord, Martin," said he, sitting on his great peruke and looking askance at me, "Lord, what a marvellous thick skull is thine!"
"Mayhap!" quoth I, "but you know my story for true at last—you know Joanna for Captain Jo."
Now here he answered never a word but falls to pacing back and forth, his hands clasped behind him; whereupon I seated myself at the table and leaned my aching head betwixt my hands.
"Adam," said I at last, "how far are we, do you reckon, from Nombre de
Dios?"