For a while Cortes listened, then he pushed her from him roughly.
'Peace, Marina,' he said.

'What, shall I spare this English dog some pangs, when my command, and perchance my very life, hangs upon the finding of the gold?
Nay, he knows well where it lies hid; you said it yourself when I would have hung him for a traitor, and certainly he was one of those whom the spy saw go out with it upon the lake.

Our friend was with them also, but he came back no more; doubtless they murdered him.

What is this man to you that you should plead for him?
Cease to trouble me, Marina, am I not troubled enough already ?' and Cortes put his hands to his face and remained lost in thought.

As for Marina, she looked at me sadly and sighed as though to say, 'I have done my best,' and I thanked her with my eyes.
Presently there was a sound of footsteps and I looked up to see de Garcia standing before me.