"Juan Lepe." "I attach you then, Juan Lepe, for the service of the Queen! Behold your admiral, Don Cristoval Colon! His ships are the _Santa Maria_, the Pinta and the Nina, his destination the glorious finding of the Indies and Cipango where the poorest man drinks from a golden cup! Princes, I fancy, drink from hollowed emeralds! You will sail to-morrow at dawn.

In which ship shall we put him, Senor ?" "In the Santa Maria," answered the Admiral.
So short as that was it done! And yet--and yet--it had been doing for a long time, for how long a time I have no way of measuring! Juan de Penelosa continued to speak: "Follow us into Palos where Sebastian Jaurez will give you wine and a piece of money.

Thence you will go to church where indeed we are bound, all who sail being gathered there for general confession and absolution.

This voyage begins Christianly!" Said Fray Juan Perez, "Not to do that, Juan Lepe, were to cry aloud for another shipwreck!" He used the tone of priest, thrusting in speech as priests often do, where there is no especial need of speech.

But I understood that that was a mask, and could read kinsmanly anxiety in a good man's heart.