We halted for an hour at Delft, the pikemen refreshing themselves by taking enormous quantities of ale, while we were fain to be content with a loaf of bread, cheese, and a pitcher of water. A woman, taking compassion on us, however, sent a little girl to us with a jug brimming with fresh milk.
We talked freely, none of the soldiers apparently understanding our conversation, and discussed the possibility of making our escape.
"Could we but once slip between the men, I think we should be swift-footed enough to shake them off," remarked Felgate. "What with their breastplates and headpieces their running would be like to that of Goliath of Gath."
"True!" replied Drake. "But with these wretched wooden shoes----" and he pointed meaningly at his feet.
"We can make out that they gall our heel
