He was set not to seem dejected, not to give any Spaniard nor any Indian reason to say, "This Genoese--or this god--does not sustain misfortune!" But he sat calm, pleased with all; brotherly, fatherly, by that big, easy, contented cacique.

Now he would furnish the entertainment! Among us we had one Diego Minas, a huge man and as mighty a bowman as any in Flanders or England.

Him the Admiral now put forward with his great crossbow and long arrows.

A stir ran around.

"Carib! Carib!" We made out that those mysterious Caribs had bows and arrows, though not great ones like this.