The entire crew was working amidships, getting in the plunder and the boats. They gave no thought to bow or stern.
And up the anchor chain and into the bow crept a dripping figure, with a cry for vengeance in his heart—and the sword of Zorro at his side!
The Further Adventures of Zorro, Part II
CHAPTER VIII.
THE GOBLET.
Señorita Lolita Pulido, after a time, was conducted by Barbados to a tiny cabin below decks. It was no more than eight feet square, and had a bunk along one side of it. Certainly, it was no place for a delicately-reared lady of gentle blood.
It was far from being clean, in the first instance. Vermin that meant nothing to pirates caused the señorita to shudder and almost scream. Even as she entered, two huge rats scampered through a hole in the cabin floor, rushed down into the bowels of the ship.
“’Tis no palace,” Barbados admitted. “I’ll leave the torch so you may have light until the day dawns, which will not be long. The torch will keep the rats away. The smoke will drift through that open porthole. You will be safe here. There are no weapons, and even such a small and dainty tender human being as yourself cannot squeeze through that porthole and drop into the open sea!”
The señorita had no reply for him. She tilted her chin again, tried to hum a little song, and glanced around the tiny place. Barbados grew surly.