Late one night the men on board the French ships saw a great black hulk loom silently up out of the darkness. It was followed by another and another. No word was spoken, and in eerie silence the strange ships crept stealthily onwards, and cast anchor beside the French. The stillness grew terrible. At length it was broken by a trumpet call from the deck of one of the silent new-comers. Then a voice came through the darkness. "Gentlemen," it asked, "whence does this fleet come?" "From France," was the reply. "What are you doing here?" was the next question. "We are bringing soldiers and supplies for a fort which the King of France has in this country, and for many which he soon will have." "Are you Catholics or Lutherans?" The question came sharply across the dark water. It was answered by many voices. "We are Lutherans," cried the French, "we are of the new religion." Then it was the Frenchmen's turn to ask questions. "Who are you," I they cried, "and whence come ye?" "I am Pedro Menendez," replied the voice out of the darkness. "I am Admiral of the fleet of the King of Spain. And I am come into this country to hang and behead all Lutherans whom I may find by land or by sea. And my King has given me such strict commands that I have power to pardon no man of them. And those commands I shall obey to the letter, as you will see. At dawn I shall come aboard your ship. And if there I find any Catholic he shall be well-treated, but every heretic shall die." In reply to this speech a shout of wrath went up from the Frenchmen. "If You are a brave man," they cried, "why wait for dawn? Come on now, and see what you will get." Then in their anger they heaped insults upon the Spaniards, and poured forth torrents of scoffing words. Thereupon Menendez was so enraged that he swore to silence those Lutheran dogs once and for ever. So the order was given, and his great ship slowly moved towards the French. The threats of the French had been but idle boasting; they could not withstand the Spaniards, for their leader was ashore with most of his soldiers. So cutting their cables they fled out to sea pursued by the foe. There was a mad chase through the darkness. But the heretic devils, as the Spaniards called them, were skilful sailors. Menendez could not catch them, and when day dawned he gave up the chase and moodily turned back to Fort Caroline. Here he found the French ready for him, and they seemed so strong that he would not attack, but sailed away southwards until he reached the river of Dolphins.