'Seeing where the heart of the crew lay, the captain found courage in
his turn. He made no answer to the Spaniards, but bade half of the men
hoist the sails with all speed, and the rest make ready to keep off the
soldiers should they seek to board us.
'By now the other two boats had come up and fastened on to us with their
hooks. One man climbed into the chains and thence to the deck, and I
knew him for a priest of the Holy Office, one of those who had stood by
while I was tormented. Then I grew mad at the thought of all that I had
suffered, while that devil watched, bidding them lay on for the love of
God. Snatching the bow from the hand of the Southwold seaman, I drew the
arrow to its head and loosed. It did not miss its mark, for like you,
Thomas, I was skilled with the bow, and he dived back into the sea with
an English yard shaft in his heart.
'After that they tried to board us no more, though they shot at us with
arrows, wounding one man. The captain called to us to lay down our bows
and take cover behind the bulwarks, for by now the sails began to draw.
Then de Garcia stood up in the boat and cursed me and my wife.
'"I will find you yet," he screamed, with many Spanish oaths and foul
words. "If I must wait for twenty years I will be avenged upon you and
all you love. Be assured of this, Luisa de Garcia, hide where you will,
I shall find you, and when we meet, you shall come with me for so long
as I will keep you or that shall be the hour of your death.
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