"Santiago!" cried the pirates: "Who is he?" they whispered, surrounding the seventh, and, as it seemed, superfluous member of their society.
"No Spanish. Speak English," was the reply.
"Santa Virgen! How came you here?"
"You ought to know, since you brought me."
The men stepped back, and whispered to each other in Spanish. "Come, then!" said one of them at last.
"Not a step till I know who you are, and where you go."
"Fool! Who we are matters little to you, and where we go, as little. Any place is better for you than this. Stop here and I would not give a real for your neck."
"Leave him! Leave him!" muttered the others.
"Be off, and back again quickly," whispered the tavern-keeper, "or you are all lost."
"Stop!" cried the Englishman. "I will go with you."