Come you with me!" We went to that dusky cabin in the ship where he was prisoned.

"It is a great storm, and we are in danger, senor!" said Villejo.

"I will take away these irons so that if--" The Admiral's silver hair gleamed in the dusk.

He moved and his gyves struck together.

"Villejo!" he said, "if I lie to-night on the floor of Ocean-Sea, I will lie there in these chains! When the sea gives up its dead, I will rise in them!" "I could force you, senor," said Villejo.
The other answered, "Try it, and God will make your hands like a babe's!" Villejo and the smith did not try it.