Here Antonio swore horribly in Spanish. He smote his hands together, squinted fiercely at Jorge, and abused him with a torrent of words. The other hung his head and occasionally shrugged his shoulders. The lady kept her fine eyes fastened upon me. Her face worked slightly in sympathy with the speech of Antonio when he spoke in Spanish, and occasionally she sighed and moaned low; but her eyes rarely left my face. Never before had I been honored by the intent regard of eyes so liquid, so beautiful, so full of fire, eyes whose lightest glance, when all was well with the owner, could hardly fail to be impassioned. “Who is this lady?” said Greaves, breaking in upon Antonio. The man again pronounced her name. Greaves said: “She was a passenger?” “With her mother, my captain. Both were proceeding to Cadiz for Madrid.” “With her mother! Then she is separated from her mother by the shipwreck?” “The boat would have received the mother, but the line parted.” “Did the people you left behind perish, think you?” Antonio replied with a shrug. “You have been four days on the island, I understand, and there is water in abundance?” “There is good water among those trees,” said the Spaniard, pointing. “And what food have you met with?” He succeeded, with much difficulty, in making us understand that they had lived upon terrapin, crabs, and iguanas. “Did you get fire for dressing your food?” Antonio put his hand in his pocket and produced a little burning-glass. “Fielding,” said Greaves, “I am going ashore. Look to the brig and see to the lady. Take her below; let Jimmy put meat and wine upon the table. There’s a spare berth for her, and by and by we will make her comfortable and keep her so till we can dispose of her. I wish she were not here, though.” He made a face. “Go along forward, Antonio, with your companion. D’ye see that big man there? His name is Yan Bol. Ask him to feed you. Hold!” Antonio and his mate faced about. “Did you go on board the ship in the cave?” “What ship, señor?” “There is a ship in that cave,” said Greaves, pointing. “Did you go on board of her?” The man placed the sharp of his hand against his brow and looked at the island. “I know no ship--I know no cave, señor,” said he. “Go forward and ask that big Dutchman to feed you,” exclaimed Greaves. “When you think of it,” he continued, addressing me as the men walked forward, “they would not be able to see the cave when on the island. It is clear that they did not notice the ship when they landed on the reef; they were too thirsty, poor devils.” “And how could they board the ship without a boat, sir?” said I. “True,” he answered. “I see too much, Fielding. I put on glasses and they magnify my meat, but they don’t cheat my appetite. See to the lady.” He called to Bol to put a couple of lanterns into the boat and to send the crew of the cutter aft, and walked to the gangway. In a few minutes he was making for the island.