Dolores waved a hand toward the door. “Send Sancho in to me at once, Milo, and do ye watch for the return of my wolves.”

The giant went out; yet the calm face of Dolores gave no relief to the three yachtsmen; uneasiness began to sit heavily upon them, and it was not lessened by the entry of Sancho, for such an awful impersonation of evil in one man they had never seen before.

“Sancho,” Dolores commanded him, “it is my will that the vessel now entering my haven be cared for as mine. See to it!”

“The lads are hungry, lady; it is long since they tasted such — ” Sancho snarled his protest with wickedly curling lips that revealed ragged yellow fangs. Dolores stared him down with blazing eyes, held his gaze for a breath and uttered: