Fernando drew back of hand across eyes.
I came in.

"You wouldn't do that any more than the ant falls off the orange! Men have come back who have been almost underfoot, so far to the east had they traveled.

They found there men and kingdoms and ways not so mightily unlike ours." "They went that way," answered Pedro, jerking his hand eastward, "over good land! And maybe, whatever they said, they were lying to us! I'm thinking most of the learned do that all the time!" "Well," said Sancho, "if we do come back, we'll have some rare good tales to tell!" There fell a pause at that, a pause of dissent and exasperation, but also one of caught fancy.

It would undoubtedly be a glory to tell those tales to a listening, fascinated Fishertown! Juan Lepe said, "For months I've been with a trader running from San Lucar to Marseilles.

I've had no news this long while! What's doing at Palos ?" They were ready for an audience, any audience, and forthwith I had the story of the Admiral fairly straight--or I could make it straight--from that day when we parted on the Cordova road.