Left alone, Carew pondered, with satisfaction, on his day's doings. All was going on well so far. "Lucky it is for me," he thought, "that there is an Admiralty warrant on the yacht. Provided with that useful document, I sail under the blue ensign of Her Majesty's fleet, and can do pretty well what I like. No authorities in any port will trouble me in the least. I can avoid the formality of taking my crew before the consul to sign articles, and I will dispense with a bill of health from this port. I may get quarantine for a few days in consequence of this last omission; but what is that to the peril of informing our consul here of my destination? And, by the bye, I am engaged to dine with Mynheer Hoogendyk to-morrow. I am afraid I shall keep him waiting, and over the spoiling dinner his cook will lose her temper; for by that time I ought to be well out in the North Sea." After about an hour's absence the Frenchman returned, accompanied by the two Spaniards. They entered the cabin, the little Galician all smiles, the big Basque awkward, vainly attempting not to scowl; but, do all he could, he still looked the brutal ruffian he was. "I have been very lucky," said Liais. "I soon found our lost lambs." "Have you explained my proposal to them?" Carew asked. "I have, and they are quite content with the pay you offer. They don't care a straw where you take them to, so long as it is not to a Spanish port. It seems that the lads are somewhat weary of their native land, and they tell me that they have some officious acquaintances among the Spanish police whom they would prefer not to meet." "I understand. I shall not call at any Spanish port; so they may set their minds at ease. And now I will inscribe your names in this book, if you please." He took Allen's diary out of the drawer. "First of all, there is Baptiste Liais, mate." "No; put me down plain Baptiste. My name is so well known now that I should like to leave half of it out." "Very well," said Carew, as he wrote. "And who is this big fellow?" "His name is Juan Silvas. But he, too, would rather be called by any other name, after the unpleasant publicity of the trial. His nickname among us is El Toro--the bull--because of his goggle eyes, his bull-like features and strength, and his blind, bovine rage. Put him down as Juan Toro." "Good; it is done. And what is the other man's name?" "José Rodez, known among his intimates as El Chico, or the little one." "Then, following your system, I will inscribe him as José Chico. Will that do?" "One name is as good as another," replied the Frenchman; "but oh, _mon capitaine_, this has been a somewhat trying day for us, and we are all very hungry." "There is plenty of food on board. I will show you where to find it. Give the lads some supper; then turn in, all of you. The tide is early, and we sail at daybreak."