of men even now, seeking him and thee. Only by going with me wilt thou escape them and have advantage from my pleading with the queen.” She drew his head down to her ear, and whispered rapidly. Doubt, then admiration, crept into Sancho’s voice as he said: “Dost think it can be done? Can he gain the sloop unseen?”

“I will make it easy, Sancho. Bid Rufe have no fear. The storm will be upon us within an hour. It is dark; there is wind aplenty. With six men he may win clear; and listen: If he is stout of heart, what is to stop him taking tribute from the stranger’s white vessel?”

“Lack o’ powder, girl,” returned Sancho angrily. “Thy mistress keeps us short of powder, as well thou dost know, lest we become too strong for her.