“I touched once at the Lucayas, and found the spring de Leon sought,” I said. “Sure the waters have a marvelous effect, and if they give not eternal youth at least renew that which we have lost.”

“Truly a potent aqua vitae,” he remarked, still with thoughtful melancholy. “I see that it hath changed your eyes from black to gray.”

“It hath that peculiar virtue,” I said, “that it can make black seem white.”

The man with the woman’s mantle drawn about him now thrust himself from the rear to the front rank. “That’s not Kirby!” he bawled. “He’s no more Kirby than I am Kirby! Did n’t I sail with Kirby from the Summer Isles to Cartagena and back again? He’s