Vytal, returning to the headland, spoke to Dyonis Harvie, who stood near by. “You, Dyonis, assume command of the fortress, where the women and children will look to you for their defence.”
For many minutes Eleanor and Vytal stood in silence, motionless. From far away came the sound of the surf droning on the beach, with which, from beyond the screen of woods between them and the town, a low hum of preparation was blent monotonously. At last they walked to the brow of the cliff whereon stood the watchful culverin, and looked down at the lengthening shadows on the shore.
Small groups of Spaniards and Englishmen were gathered together here and there busy in trade.
“They buy and sell most peacefully,” observed Eleanor.
“Yes,” said Vytal, “they traffic as friends.”
CHAPTER II
“Here, man, rip up this panting breast of mine,
And take my heart in rescue of my friends.”