For long I was between death and life, and knew little till I woke in the Almirante's cell at Panama....

The rest you have heard.

Captain Bovill died praising God, and with him three stout lads out of Somerset.

I escaped and tell you the tale." Raleigh meditation.

With a sudden motion he rose to his feet and stared through the port, which was now tremulous with the foreglow of the tropic dawn.