"I claim no credit for audacity, senor. The merit of the plot lies with my friend, Manuel."
"Well, what have you to say?"
"Very few words. The ship is in our power."
"Your treacherous comrade has obtained possession of the magazine, you mean?"
"It is the same thing. I will tell you my terms."
"Terms!"
"Yes, terms!" assured Juan, haughtily. "Every dog has his day, as I believe an English proverb says. It was yours yesterday. It is ours now. You must release the Spanish prisoners."
"Never!"
"And hand back the ship," Juan went on, without noticing the interruption, "to Captain Moret."
"And if I decline?"