DOLORES FLOATS THE FEU FOLLETTE.

“Hell’s breath!” screamed Caliban, as the cry rang out. “Have ye devils in the Grove, mistress?” Hanglip and Spotted Dog, too, cringed back in fright. Stumpy concealed his uneasiness, yet his eyes searched Dolores’s face questingly. None truly believed in the queen’s magic powers; yet none was bold enough to openly avow his unbelief; and the added grimness of the storm, assisted by the unearthliness of that howl of anguish, brought the four godless pirates to the verge of superstitious terror.

“Yes, I keep my devils there,” replied Dolores; “and that is the traitor Sancho answering to them for his perfidy. So watch, and obey me, lest thy cries, too, go up from my altar!”