flagons, and jewel-incrusted lamps, littered diamonds and rubies that strewed the big table.

“Hah!” cried Dolores, with a low, throaty laugh. “Ah! my friend, I know thy mind. Milo!”

Milo advanced with a deep obeisance.

“Milo, open the great chests for Sancho. Let him plunge his arms to the elbows in red gold. Then I shall show him that which lies nearest to his deserts.”

The pirate watched with lips no longer dry, but dripping with the saliva of greed, while Milo flung open chest after chest, full to overflowing with minted gold of many nations; looted jewels of royal and noble houses, sacred vessels and glittering orders, weapons whose hilts and scabbards, if ever made for use, could