'Not Captain Blood? You'll tell me that I am not Sebastian Mendes. Is not his ship named the Arabella?'
'That is not the Arabella.'
Don Sebastian looked him over with a contemptuous, blood–injected eye. Then he proffered his telescope.
'Read the name on the counter for yourself.'
Captain Blood took the glass. The ship was swinging, so as to bring her starboard guns to bear, and her counter came fully into view. In letters of gold, he read there the name Arabella, and his bewilderment was renewed.
'I do not understand,' he said. But the roar of her broadside drowned his words and loosened some further tons of the fort's masonry. And then, at last, the guns of the fort thundered in their turn for the first time. The fire was wild and wide of the mark, but at least it had the effect of compelling the attacking ship to stand off, so as to get out of range.
'By God, they're awake at last!' cried Don Sebastian, with bitter irony.
Blood departed in search of his boots, ordering the scared servants who stood about to find and saddle him a horse.
When, five minutes later, booted, but still not more than half dressed, he was setting his foot to the stirrup, the Captain–General surged beside him. 'It's your responsibility,' he raged. 'Yours and your precious Admiral's. Your fatuous measures have left us defenceless. I hope you'll be able to answer for it. I hope so.'
'I hope so too; and to that brigand, whoever he may be.' Captain Blood spoke through his teeth in an anger more bitter if less boisterous than the Captain–General's. For he was experiencing the condition of being hoist with his own petard and all the emotions that accompany it. He had been at such elaborate and crafty pains to disarm San Juan, merely, it seemed, so as to make it easy for a pestilential interloper to come and snatch from under his very nose the prize for which he played. He could not conjecture the identity of the interloper, but he had more than a suspicion that it was not by mere coincidence that this red ship was named the Arabella, and not a doubt but that her master was the author of those horrors in Cartagena which were being assigned to Captain Blood.