“‘Tis well you are not going to take the voyage with him.”
“I think so myself,” answered Diego, carelessly; “but if I went the voyage, I think I would make little account of his anger, or any one’s else.”
“You are right,” said the man to whom they had first spoken, “what with dragons and monster serpents, and great gulfs in the water, and creatures that live on human flesh and all sorts of inconceivable perils, ’tis better far to dare anything than go such a voyage.”
“Here,” roared the voice of Martin Alonzo Pinzon, at this moment, “take these fellows off to my vessel, and see that they remain there.”
The two prisoners were hurried into the boat amid the silence of the spectators, and Martin Alonzo went back into the town.
“I would rather take my chances at the convent,” said Diego.
“So would I,” agreed Alfonso. “Shall we go there now?”
“Why should we? We shall be flogged the same, whether we stay an hour or five. I say, let us wait and see the vessels weigh anchor.”
“Let us then,” said Alfonso, who seldom gainsaid his friend.