TWO men came into the cabin, Don Diego Colon, left in charge of Hispaniola, and with him a tall, powerful, high-featured man, gray of eye and black and silver of hair and short beard.

As he stood beside the bed, one saw that he must be kinsman to the man who lay upon it.

"O Bartholomew! And is this the end ?" cried Don Diego, and I knew that the stranger was that brother, Bartholomew, for whom the Admiral longed.
These three brothers! One lay like a figure upon a tomb save for the breathing that stirred his silver hair.

One, Don Diego, tall, too, and strong, but all of a gentle, quiet mien sank on his knees and seemed to pray.

One, Don Bartholomew, stood like rock or pine, but he slowly made the sign of the cross, and I saw his gray eyes fill.