’Then, i’fecks, you should have told him. Some one is answerable for the death of two of my men and the wounds of several more.’ ’Here, young sirrah! What’s your name, and what do you mean by having gone out to prevent the entrance of my skirmishing party, when they held a pass from the Governor himself? Speak out, silly coxcomb, and tell me who set your thoughts agog in this manner.’ ’I knew nothing of the pass,’ said Carlo haughtily, ’and I was bound to fight in the defence of the castle. We give no quarter to our foes.’ ’Marry! proud as a strutting peacock, eh? Ah, well, we’ll soon teach you better. How now, Harry--what hast thou been about? Thou shouldst have taught this young pate more wisdom. I’ll have no jesting from such a stripling.’ Harry did not answer, thinking silence the wisest course. The curious fancy which Captain Morgan had taken for the kidnapped lad was apparently without rhyme or reason; for Harry, though respectful enough, had never yet been made to act against his will and his conscience; and when some of the men would have liked to use brute force, and shake what they called the young fool’s stubborn will out of him, Captain Morgan always interfered; he would not have the lad touched, he said, and whoever did it would have to answer personally to him. Carlo, the Spaniard, however, touched no chord of sympathy in the Captain’s breast. He heartily despised the Governor, who had been such a weak tool in his hands, and was rather glad to punish him through his son, as he had given a sort of promise that his person would be safe from insults. ’Ignorance is a very convenient excuse, young Señor. By my faith, you are answerable for the death of two of my men, and should by rights be hanged on one of your own bananas; but, considering your youth, I will merely imprison you in your own castle. Deliver up your sword to me, sirrah! and, marry, you may thank me for dealing so leniently with you; ’tis more than you deserve.’ Henry Morgan spoke fluent Spanish, having had to mix much with the various traders of the West Indies. Harry Fenn, who could not well understand the language, though he could see the angry frown on the Captain’s face, looked from the latter to Carlo, wondering what was being said. Then he suddenly saw the young Spaniard angrily lift his head and clasp his right hand upon the hilt of his sword as he exclaimed: ’I did but my duty, Señor Captain, and I will never deliver my sword to any man, least of all to such rascals as you are.’ ’Carlo, it is best to obey; pray do not anger the Captain,’ called out his father anxiously. ’Silly boy! what can you do against all these men? If you persist you must abide by the consequences.’