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Main until I have found my brother and exacted reparation; and when I
have done that, my ravages will cease. If you can tell me where my
brother is to be found, I will proceed thither direct, and spare your
other towns. If not, I shall attack each as I come to it. Now, can you
tell me where I shall be most likely to find my brother?"

"No, senor Englishman, I cannot," answered the Spaniard; "nor would I if
I could. Your brother is no doubt long since dead, probably at the
hands of the Inquisition. It is into its hands that heretics generally
fall. Go your way, senor pirate, go your way to the fate that awaits
you, and do your worst. I look to have the pleasure of seeing you
publicly burnt alive in the square of one of our cities ere long." And
the Spaniard turned upon his heel and left George standing there, in a
tumult of feeling too complex for description. But he did not stand
long, for his men had continued on their way down to the boats, and were
now waiting for him to rejoin them, which he did without further waste
of time.

Upon the arrival of the boats alongside they were at once hoisted in,
after which the two chests of pearls were taken out of them and
carefully deposited below then the anchor was hove up to the bows, and
the _Nonsuch_ once more got under way. The distance from the island
which they had just left--and which they incontinently called "Pearl
Islet," but which they afterwards learned was named Coche Island--was
not far, being a mere matter of some seven miles and when they arrived
within a mile of the rock-studded coast the ship was kept away before
the wind, and Dyer ascended to the foretop, taking with him a
"perspective glass," or telescope, belonging to George, in order that he
might the better be able to find the harbour of which he was in search.
And after remaining there nearly an hour and a half he found what he
wanted, namely, a low point covered with coconut trees backed up with
thick palmetto scrub, with an opening to the westward of it beyond which
rose three peaks. This opening was the mouth of the harbour which he
was seeking, and a most unpromising-looking place it was, for there was
white water stretching apparently right across it, showing that the
approach to the harbour was guarded by a reef or bar of some sort. But
Dyer knew what he was about; he had already been in that harbour once,
and he was aware that somewhere in that barrier, if he could only find
it, t