The admiral bit his lip. “But how am I to make certain that you act in good faith?”
Vytal turned sharply to the musketeers and raised his hand, while his lips parted. The marksmen’s eyes came down closer to their aim, and there was a concerted click.
“Stay!” cried the Spaniard, in alarm. “I agree to your proviso.”
Vytal’s hand fell, and the sharp-shooters stood at rest. “To-night,” said the soldier, “we shall be ready to man your vessel.”
Slowly the long-boat withdrew, and now Eleanor, having come down from the headland, stood at Vytal’s side. Her face was flushed with excited hope and admiration. “You have worked our salvation, captain.”
“Nay,” he returned, harshly, “not yet.”
CHAPTER IV
“This fear is that which makes me tremble thus.”