"On deck, or I'll shoot you!" called Baxter.
"Gracias a Dios!" exclaimed the Spaniard.
"Come down!"
Slowly and cautiously Gorro descended to the deck.
"Don't kill me!" pleaded he.
"We won't hurt you, if you behave yourself," answered Baxter, as he seized the wretch.
"Soy su amigo de usted."
"Speak English or nothing," added Baxter.
"I am your friend," pleaded Gorro.
"Not by a long chalk! I don't own you. Hold still, and we won't hurt you, though you are good for nothing but to feed sharks with, you cowardly nigger-stealer."