Anthony turned to the landlord, who had just ceased thumping with his great red fists on the table. "What was the captain's name?" he asked, when a slight lull came. "Maxwell," said the crimson-faced man. "Hubert Maxwell--one of Drake's own men." * * * * When Anthony came upstairs he heard his name called through the door, and went in to Isabel's room to find her sitting up in bed in the gloom of the summer night; the party below had broken up, and all was quiet except for the far-off shouts and hoots of cheerful laughter from the dispersing groups down among the narrow streets. "Well?" she said, as he came in and stood in the doorway. "It is just the story of the prize," he said, "and it seems that Hubert had the taking of it." There was silence a moment. Anthony could see her face, a motionless pale outline, and her arms clasped round her knees as she sat up in bed. "Hubert?" she asked in an even voice. "Yes, Hubert." There was silence a moment. "Well?" she said again. "He is safe," said Anthony, "and fought gallantly. I will tell you more to-morrow." "Ah!" said Isabel softly; and then lay down again. "Good-night, Anthony." "Good-night." But Anthony dared not tell her the details next day, after all. * * * * There was still a difficulty about the horses; they had not arrived until the Wednesday morning, and were greatly exhausted by a long and troublesome journey; so the travellers consented to postpone their journey for yet one more day. The weather, which had been thickening, grew heavier still in the afternoon, and great banks of clouds were rising out of the west. Anthony started out about four o'clock for a walk along the coast; and, making a long round in the direction of Lydd, did not finally return until about seven. As he came in at the north-east of the town he noticed how empty the streets were, and passed on down in the direction of the quay. As he turned down the steep street into the harbour groups began to pour up past him, laughing and exclaiming; and in a moment more came Isabel walking alone. He looked at her anxiously, for he saw something had happened. Her quiet face was lit up with some interior emotion, and her mouth was trembling. "The Armada is routed," she said; "and I have seen Hubert." The two turned back together and walked silently up to the inn. There she told him the story. She had been told that Captain Maxwell was come in the _Elizabeth_, for provisions for Lord Howard Seymour's squadron, to which his new command was attached; and that he was even now in harbour. At that she had gone straight down alone.