"Sancta Maria! it is he, my Roderic!"
She held out both hands eagerly and he crushed them within his own.
What would he not have given for the privilege of taking her wholly within the shelter of his arms, and pressing her to his loving heart.
But such action might be seen—they were in a position where their figures would be outlined in silhouette against the sky, should any of those upon the lower deck chance to look that way.
Hence, the lover was forced to be content to press the two hands thus confided to his trust, though he did manage to bend his head and press a burning kiss upon each in turn.
"What wonderful mystery is this—why are you here in this deep disguise? They told me the Azores were islands of enchantment and surely I am beginning to believe it," she said, her voice thrilling with excitement.
"It is very simple, and I shall quickly explain. But, dearest senorita, do not forget that I am in the enemy's stronghold. If caught death might be the price of my daring."
Then he proceeded to elucidate.
It was very natural, after all.