Such valor! no wonder Spain has in ages past swept like a whirlwind over the known world—it was certainly worthy of the Dark Ages.
Roderic was taken at a disadvantage, for he had not expected such hostile measures.
He thought to again snatch the sword that had already served him so well, but ere this could be done one of the new comers had hurled his weight upon him.
Had these two been let alone, Owen would surely have done the other injury in short order, for his trained muscles were aching for active service, and the Spaniard was really no match for him.
This style of carrying on the affair did not seem to suit the others, however.
What was the use of having an advantage if it were not enforced?
Such logic carried the day, and when Roderic found the half dozen hanging upon him from all quarters he ceased struggling, knowing the folly of such a useless endeavor to win out.
It was a great victory.
His captors surrounded him, every man holding on to some part of his apparel.
Their swarthy faces beamed with pleasure, as though this might be taken as a forerunner of the great triumph reserved for their nation when the somnolence of many years had been thrown aside.