Sneeringly the Admiral laughed.
“Aha! They hesitate, these English dogs! Por Dios, and well they may.”
“They will be waiting for night,” suggested his nephew, who stood at his elbow quivering with excitement.
Don Miguel looked at him, smiling. “And what shall the night avail them in this narrow passage, under the very muzzles of my guns? Be sure, Esteban, that to-night your father will be paid for.”
He raised his telescope to continue his observation of the buccaneers. He saw that the piraguas towed by each vessel were being warped alongside, and he wondered a little what this manoeuver might portend. Awhile those piraguas were hidden from view behind the hulls. Then one by one they reappeared, rowing round and away from the ships, and each boat, he observed, was crowded with armed men
