“He is doing very well. We have dressed his wound, and he will be as well as ever in a day or two,” replied Raimundo.
“Gracias, muchos gracias!” exclaimed the prisoner.
“If we had been armed as you were, he might have lost his life,” added Raimundo, moving aft to the helm. “I think we are all right, Lingall.”
“I am very glad of it. We came very near getting into a bad scrape,” replied Bark.
“It is bad enough as it is. I have been afraid of something of this kind ever since we got well out of the port of Barcelona,” continued the second master. “The villain asked me so many questions about my money that my suspicions were excited, and I was on the watch for him. Then he was so anxious that we should drink wine, I was almost sure he meant mischief.”
“I am very sorry I drank any wine. It only makes my head ache,” replied Bark penitently.
“I have heard my uncle speak of these men; and I know something about them.”
“The wine did not make my head ache,” said Bill.
“That’s because there is nothing in it,” answered Raimundo, who could not restrain his contempt for the incendiary.
“But I do not understand exactly how the fight was begun,” said Bark. “The first I knew, the boatman sprang at you.”