'In the cuddy where you've bestowed him.'
'Ye're light–headed, sir.'
'Will you harp on that? Damn you for a fool. That is Captain Blood, I tell you. I recognized him the moment he asked to be landed at Tortuga. I'ld ha' known him sooner if I'ld ha' been more than half awake. He wouldn't care to land at Port Royal, he said. Of course he wouldn't. Not while Colonel Bishop is Governor of Jamaica. That'll maybe help you to understand.'
Tim was foolishly blinking his amazement and loosed an oath or two of surprised conviction. 'Ye recognize him, d'ye say?'
'That's what I say, and ye may believe I'm not mistook. Be off now, and put about. That first. Then you'd better see to making this fellow fast. If you take him in his sleep, it'll save trouble. Away with you.'
'Ay, ay,' said Tim, and bustled off in a state of excitement that was tempered by no scruples.
Doña Isabela, in a horror that had been growing steadily with understanding of what she heard, came suddenly to her feet.
'Wait, wait! What is it you will do?'
'No matter for you, sweetheart,' said Fairfax, and a peremptory wave of his sound hand dismissed Tim from the doorway where her voice had arrested him.
'But it is matter for me. I understand. You cannot do this, George.'