I had never seen him, but I recognized the family favor. I had known his father when I was but a lad, and had loved the bluff old gentleman. "Let me congratulate thee upon thy great victory," I said, bowing low. "It is one with which the world will ring, and in which her majesty will rejoice. Truly, 'twas a splendid fight, but I believe it is over now, as I see several of the ships around us." And I looked out to where there lay a dozen shot-riddled vessels. "I thank thee," he answered. "The credit is to my men, and not to me. The fight is, as thou sayest, won. The Armada has turned tail and flown; our ships are after her as hard as they can go." "What has become of Sir Francis?" I asked, looking about me. "I fear that he is slain." "No," he answered, "we found him, with about a dozen of his men, holding the Spaniards at bay upon the other side of the vessel. He has even now made his way out to one of yonder ships to pursue the foe. He left his report concerning his voyage and thyself with me last night, and but just now charged me to send thee, and the boy, Oliver Gates, by the first ship to London, together with the report." "Oliver!" I cried, my thoughts instantly upon him. "Where is he--hast thou seen aught of him?" and I turned to look behind me where I had left him. Yes, there he lay, still limp and quiet, his eyes closed, breathing heavily, a pool of blood around him, which flowed from a great cut in his breast. I knelt beside the boy. "I would ask that thou let the leech attend him," I said to Lord Howard, as he stood looking down at the body of the lad, "for I fear that he has received his death-blow." "I trust not," he answered gravely. He turned to several of his men: "Take him down to the cabin, and let Dr. Robbins attend him," he said. Carefully they picked him up and bore him through the piles of the dead and wounded, that lay upon the deck, down into the cabin. Lord Howard spoke to me as I passed him, behind the boy. "Thou shalt leave for London on this ship to-night," he said. "I will send the news of our victory to her Majesty by Sir William Stone, who will command the vessel. Our wounded also go with thee, and I will get aboard another vessel and join Drake in harrying these dogs, so that this will be their last invasion of England." Bowing my head, I passed down the ladder and into the room where Oliver lay. A fat chubby-faced little man was bending over him. He turned his face as I entered. "A bad wound," he said, shaking his head and screwing up his eyes. "It is not fatal?" I said anxiously, as I approached the bed. "I know not," he replied. "It depends upon the care and attention he receives. With nursing he may recover. I have seen as bad cuts before, and yet the men recovered." "Doctor----?" I said. "Robbins," he answered. "Doctor Robbins, of London, at thy service," and he bowed. "Doctor Robbins," I continued, "I know no one in London that I would trust him to at a time like this."