Part 7 (2/2)

”Then in that case,” decided Bas...o...b.. ”we will take the other one.

Forward!”

The march was thereupon resumed, the little band of Englishmen being followed, at a respectful distance, by a rapidly increasing mob which seemed, from its appearance, to be composed of all the ruffians and cut-throats of the city. But they did not offer to molest the invaders, beyond occasionally shouting insulting epithets at them, of which the English took no notice. The mob seemed simply to follow out of curiosity, and possibly with the hope of witnessing some interesting developments later on.

A quarter of a mile farther on they came to another street, not nearly so wide as the first--a street of lofty, more or less dilapidated houses, with narrow, cage-like balconies before the upstairs windows, and small cellars of shops on the ground floor. The street was paved with rough cobble stones, and sloped from each side toward the centre, through which ran a kennel or gutter enc.u.mbered with garbage and filth of every description, through which a foul stream of evil-smelling water wound its devious way. The street had apparently at one time been one of some pretensions, but had now fallen upon evil days and become the abode of a number of petty tradesmen, such as cobblers, sellers of fruit and cheap drinks, dealers in second-hand goods of every description, and riffraff generally. It swarmed with dirty, slatternly women, still dirtier half-naked children, lean and hungry-looking dogs, and lazy, hulking men with bra.s.s ear-rings in their ears, the rags of tawdry finery upon their bodies, and their sashes perfect batteries of murderous-looking knives. They were a villainous, scowling, criminal-looking lot of ruffians without exception, and low murmurs of anger and astonishment, not unmingled with dismay, pa.s.sed from one to another when the English suddenly wheeled into the street.

They gradually seemed to acquire courage, however, as they noted the small number of the intruders, and the fact that the latter took no notice of them, and presently, when the mob which had followed the English from the wharf swung into the street and began to explain in response to the questions with which they were eagerly plied, many of the tenants and frequenters of the Calle de Santa Catalina joined the procession, which by this time numbered some three or four hundred and completely blocked up the narrow street in the rear of the English. It was becoming an ugly, dangerous-looking crowd, too, the kind of mob whose courage grows with the consciousness of increasing superiority in numbers, and it now began to flaunt its fearlessness before its admiring women folk by joining vociferously in the insulting epithets which were now being raucously yelled after the little band of strangers. The situation was becoming distinctly threatening, and Bas...o...b..quietly dropped to the rear, for it was in that direction that trouble seemed to loom largest.

He had just joined the rearmost file when one boastful ruffian, egged on by the rest, suddenly ran out in front of the crowd and whipping a long, murderous-looking knife from his sash, hurled it with deadly aim at him.

Luckily for the master, he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, and wheeled round just in time to parry the flying missile with the blade of his sword.

”Halt!” he cried, ”and extend yourselves across the street, facing outward!” And at the same instant he whipped a pistol from his belt, levelled it, and fired at the aggressor, who flung up his hands and, with a shriek, fell prostrate in the gutter, with the blood rapidly dyeing purple the dirty white of his s.h.i.+rt. A howl of execration and dismay from the Spaniards immediately followed this act of retaliation, knives were whipped from their sheaths, and for an instant it looked as though the mob were about to charge; but the business-like prompt.i.tude with which the English fitted their arrows to their bows, and drew the latter, quelled the courage of their a.s.sailants for the moment, who contented themselves by yelling execrations as they lifted the injured man and carried him into the nearest house. Then, satisfied with the effect of their demonstration, the English resumed their march; but the mob continued to hang tenaciously upon their skirts, like a pack of hungry wolves, and it became every moment increasingly evident that it would need but a little encouragement to induce them to attack in deadly earnest.

In this fas.h.i.+on the English proceeded for nearly half a mile when they perceived what appeared to be a square opening out before them; and a moment later, as they debouched into it, they saw that this square was full of soldiers, both cavalry and infantry.

”Back for your lives into the street; you will stand a better chance there!” yelled Stukely, halting and facing the little band who followed him. But it was too late; the street behind them had in some unaccountable fas.h.i.+on also filled with soldiers, and the retreat of the English was cut off. They were trapped as neatly and effectually as their enemies could possibly have desired.

”Did you know anything of this?” demanded d.i.c.k of the man who had led them thus far.

”On my soul, no, senor, as I hope for salvation!” fervently answered Pacheco, looking fearlessly into Chichester's eyes.

”I believe you,” returned d.i.c.k, releasing his grasp upon the halter round the Spaniard's neck. ”Go, and save yourself while it is possible.

One of your own countrymen will doubtless free your hands; I have no time to do it. Go!”

”My thanks, senor; and may the Blessed Mother and the saints protect you!” And, bending forward, he went at a run, with his hands still bound behind him, toward the soldiers, who, seeing that he was an apparently escaped prisoner, opened out and allowed him to pa.s.s through their ranks.

At this moment an officer wearing a full suit of plate armour, and mounted on horseback, advanced, and, lifting the visor of his helmet, demanded, in fairly good English:

”Where is the officer in command of this force?”

”Here,” answered Bas...o...b.. pus.h.i.+ng his way to the front.

The Spaniard bowed. Then, indicating with a wave of his hand the troops present, which must have numbered some eight hundred at least, he said with a smile:

”Senor, do you need any further argument than these to convince you of the desirability of surrendering at discretion?”

”_A buena querra_?” demanded Bas...o...b.. who had picked up a phrase or two of Spanish during his conversations with Marshall.

”Certainly, senor, if, as I presume to be the case, you hold a commission from your queen.”

”I hold no such commission, senor,” answered Bas...o...b.. who began to realise that he and his followers were in a very tight place.

”You hold no such commission, eh? Then, is one to a.s.sume that you are merely a band of ordinary, commonplace pirates, eh?” demanded the officer.

”You are at liberty to a.s.sume what you please,” retorted Bas...o...b.. ”I repeat that I hold no commission, no authority save that which is conferred by my own sword. And I surrender _a buena querra_, or not at all.”

”You surrender at discretion, or not at all, senor pirate. Which is it to be?” was the rejoinder.

”Not at all, then,” answered Bas...o...b.. ”We will fight to the death, rather than surrender to perish in your h.e.l.lish Inquisition!”

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