Tell me yours." So I told him, and he listened, marvelling much.

His brow grew black as thunder when I came to speak of the lost maidens.

He wheeled round, and, laying his hand with a grip of iron on my arm, pointed to the black bog below us.
"Is it certainly Merriman who lies there ?" "As certain as this is you," said I.
"God forgive him!" said Ludar, and walked on.
Then he told me how, missing me after the battle, and seeing the mast on which I had perched shot away, he had mourned for me as dead, and, for my sake, taken a gun with a good-will against my Queen.

How, when after Gravelines the south wind sprang up and the Invincible Armada began to run, the _Rata_ sailed as rear-guard and bore the brunt of the few English ships that dogged them.

How it was resolved by the Spanish captains, Don Alonzo himself not protesting, that the shortest way back to Spain now lay by way of the Orkneys and the Atlantic.