"O Sancta Maria! All that water!" "We do not have to drink it." He laughed.

"No! Nor sail it.

But after I had been on that voyage I could see us always like mice running close to a wall, forever and forever! Juan Lepe, we are little and timid!" I liked his spirit.

"One day we shall be lions and eagles and bold prophets! Then our tongue shall taste much beside India and Cathay!" "Well, I hope it," he said.

"Mice running under the headlands." He fell silent, cherishing his knees and staring into the fire.