“Atención! A caballero’s near!

To guard the one to his heart most dear!

To love, to fight, to jest, to drink!

To live the life and never shrink!

His blade is bright, his honor, too!

Atención!”

The voice grew louder, more ringing. It seemed to the señorita to swell through the ship and across the tossing sea. Her heart beat faster, though she still feared for him. Well she knew the audacity, the reckless courage of her Señor Zorro!

“Zorro!” she breathed. “Man of men! Caballero mine!”

There was silence on the deck above, and then she heard the harsh, loud voice of Barbados, but could not understand his words. Señor Zorro was continuing his song:

“Atención! I’ve a thrust in store