The Admiral fell upon his knees.
The _Margarita_ was safe indeed but was so crazed a ship! The _San Sebastian_, too, was in bad case.

Hispaniola truly, but some leagues from San Domingo, and a small, desert, lonely bay! We rested here because rest we must, and mended our ships.

Days--three days--a week.
The Admiral and the Adelantado kept our people close to the ships.
There was no Indian village, but a party sent to gather fruit found two Indians biding, watching from a thicket.

These, brought to the Admiral, proved to be from a village between us and San Domingo.

They had been in that town after the hurricane.