irate Jose Leirya, whose
atrocious deeds, as recorded by his own hand, had made every man in the
fleet his enemy, determined to hunt him ruthlessly to his death.

This having been arranged, preparations were forthwith made for leaving.
The Spaniards were brought on deck in squads, and armed with weapons
sufficient to enable them to obtain food, or successfully defend
themselves against the attacks of savages. They were then sent ashore
in boat-loads, the ships all having their broadsides trained on the
beach where they landed, to prevent treachery on their part.

In the last boat-load went Alvarez and de Soto, both of whom Roger had
seen on the _Gloria del Mundo_ at the time of the engagement with the
Spanish fleet.

De Soto gracefully thanked his captors for their courtesy and kindness
as he went over the side, but Alvarez scowled heavily round him, and
looked attentively at every face near him before he went, as though he
meant to fix their features on his memory, that he might recognise them
again in the event of a future meeting. Then, with a glare of hatred at
the retreating form of de Soto, he turned his back without a word and
went also.

This completed the landing of the prisoners, and very glad the
Englishmen were to be rid of the responsibility and risk.

"That fellow Alvarez will know us again when next we meet," said
Cavendish with a laugh, to Roger, who was standing by his side watching
the Spaniards on the beach.

"Yes," replied Roger, "and he means mischief, I am sure. I should be
very sorry for any one of us who might be unfortunate enough to get into
his power."

"He seems to hate de Soto also pretty thoroughly," said Harry. "Did you
see the look he gave him as he went over the side?"

"Ay," answered Roger, who went on to tell of Alvarez's little soliloquy
relative to de Soto while searching for the papers in the cabin of the
sinking _Gloria del Mundo_. "He will do de Soto a bad turn, of that I
am sure, if he ever gets the opportunity," remarked Roger in conclusion.

All was now ready for their departure. The Spaniards had formed up on
the beach and marched off in order into the bush, and were by this time
nowhere to be seen.

Sail was hoisted and, the flag-ship leading, the little squadron passed
out between the heads one after another on their way to the coast of
Mexico; and by evening the island was merely a long grey line on the
eastern horizon, while all eyes were strained toward