He knew too well the kind of satisfaction that Captain Blood was likely to afford him.

He remembered the fate of Levasseur.

So he confined himself to words.
"It is too much! You go too far!" he complained bitterly.
"Look you, Cahusac: it's sick and tired I am of your perpetual whining and complaining when things are not as smooth as a convent dining-table.
If ye wanted things smooth and easy, ye shouldn't have taken to the sea, and ye should never ha' sailed with me, for with me things are never smooth and easy.

And that, I think, is all I have to say to you this morning." Cahusac flung away cursing, and went to take the feeling of his men.
Captain Blood went off to give his surgeon's skill to the wounded, among whom he remained engaged until late afternoon.

Then, at last, he went ashore, his mind made up, and returned to the house of the Governor, to indite a truculent but very scholarly letter in purest Castilian to Don Miguel.
"I have shown your excellency this morning of what I am capable," he wrote.