Then came clear, but beyond Canaries a three days', three nights' weather that truly drove us apart, the _Pinta_ and the _Nina_.

We lost each other in the darkness and never found again.

We were beaten into the Tagus, the _Pinta_ on to Bayonne.

Then, mid-March, we came to Palos, landed and the wonder began.

And in three days who should come limping in but the _Pinta_?
But she missed the triumph, and Martin Pinzon was sick, and there was some coldness shown.