"And your companion? Is he, too, from Catalonia, or is he dumb?" To that Pharaoh answered nothing. The monk turned his bright eyes on me. "What is your business here?" he said, in very good English. "If you cannot speak to me in my tongue, I must talk with you in yours." "Answer him," said Pharaoh. "There is no use in further concealment." "I see no reason why I should answer you, master," said I, feeling somewhat nettled at the man's peremptory tone. "What right have you to stop us in this fashion?" He smiled again, if that could be called a smile which was simply a sudden flash of the eyes and a tightening of the thin lips, and looked round at his Indians. "The right of force," said he quietly. "You are two--we are many." "Two Englishmen are worth twenty Spanish devils," said I sulkily. "If it is to come to fighting," said Pharaoh, gripping his cudgel. The monk said a word in a low tone. The Indians on the instant raised their bows and drew their arrows to the full extent of the string. The tips pointed dead upon us. "Englishmen," said the monk, "look at those arrows. Every one of them is tipped with poison. If you move I give the word, and those arrows will find a resting place in you. Let them but touch your arms, your shoulders, inflicting but a scratch, in a few seconds you will be as one that is paralyzed, in a few minutes you will lie dead." The man's words were gentle enough, but somehow his low, sweet voice made my blood run cold. Why did cruelty veil itself in such a honeyed tone? "What is it you want of us, master?" asked Pharaoh presently. "Your names and business." "That is easily answered. This gentleman is one Master Humphrey Salkeld, of Yorkshire in England, who hath many powerful friends at court; as for me, I am a sailor, and my name is Pharaoh Nanjulian, of Marazion in Cornwall. As for our business, we are shipwrecked mariners, or as good, and our hope is to find an English vessel at Acapulco and so return home. If you be a Christian you will help us." "Christians help only Christians. I fear ye are Lutherans, enemies of God." "That we are not," answered Pharaoh stoutly. "I will say my Paternoster in English with anybody, and my Belief too, for that matter." The monk sighed. Perhaps he was disappointed to find that Pharaoh had so much knowledge. "And you?" he said, turning to me. "I am a Christian," I answered, surlily enough, for I did not like this examination. "We are both Christians, master," said Pharaoh. "Maybe we think not as you do on some points, but 'tis naught. So help us of your charity, and assist us to get out of this country to our own, and we will say a Paternoster for you night and morning." "Verily," answered the monk, "you speak fairly. I will help you. You shall go with me to Mexico, and there we will see what ships there are at Vera Cruz." "We would rather push forward to Acapulco," answered Pharaoh. "There are more likely to be English ships there."