Lord Julian span round, to face him, and clapped a hand to his sword.
The Spaniard was brisk and to the point.
"Don't be a fool," he said in his own tongue, "or you'll come by a fool's end.

Your ship is sinking." There were three or four men in morions behind Don Miguel, and Lord Julian realized the position.

He released his hilt, and a couple of feet or so of steel slid softly back into the scabbard.

But Don Miguel smiled, with a flash of white teeth behind his grizzled beard, and held out his hand.
"If you please," he said.
Lord Julian hesitated.

His eyes strayed to Miss Bishop's.