CHAPTER X.
A WOMAN’S WILE.
“What news?” demanded Grace O’Malley.
Repeating Tibbot’s words to her, I asked what her commands were.
“This afternoon while you slept, Ruari,” she replied, “the idea of a certain artifice or stratagem came into my mind, and the darkness of the night is so much in favour of its successful issue that there is no reason why it should not be attempted. It was suggested to me as I went over the stores of the galleon by the quantities of all manner of garments on board of her——”
So had spoken very rapidly, being conscious that with the galleons not far away there was no time to spare.
“Enough, at present,” she continued. “I will tell you more of it when I have made a disposition of our ships.”
“The prisoners?” I questioned. “They can scarcely be expected to join us in an attack on Spanish ships—even although these ships are in reality more the property of the merchants of Galway than of any others.”
“Transfer them,” said she, “to The Cross of Blood, which I shall leave here under Calvagh’s charge. When you have seen them safely in his hands come to me—I shall be on the Capitana.”
“The Capitana!” I exclaimed, surprised.
“Yes,” said she. “In a little while you will see why I say the Capitana.”