She was from Boriquen--she would return in a canoe if she were free! Better drown than live with the utterly un-understandable--only that they ate and drank and laid hold of women whether these would or would not, and were understandable that far! Gods! At first she thought them gods; now she doubted.

They were magicians.

If she were free--if she were free--if she were free! Home--Boriquen! If not that, at least her own color and the understandable! Guacanagari stood and listened.

She spoke so fast--the Admiral never became quite perfect in Indian tongues, and few upon the _Marigalante_ were so at this time.

Juan Lepe understood.