out safely going farther."

Martin Alonso Pinzon was the younger man and but captain of the Pinta_,
while the other stood Don and Admiral, appointed by Majesty, responsible
only to the Crown. But he had been Master Christopherus the dreamer, who
was shabbily dressed, owed money, almost begged. He owed large money now
to Martin Pinzon. But for the Pinzons, he could hardly have sailed. He
should listen now, take good advice, that was clearly what the captain
of the _Pinta thought! Undoubtedly Master Christopherus dreamed true to
a certain point, but after that was not so followable! As for Cristoforo
Colombo, Italian shipmaster, he had, it was true, old sea wisdom. But
Martin Pinzon thought Martin Pinzon was as good there!--Captain Martin
Alonso said good-by with some haughtiness and went stiffly back over
blue sea to the Pinta.

The sun descended, the sea grew violet, all we on the _Santa Maria_
gathered for vesper prayer and song. Fray Ignatio's robe and back-thrown
cowl burned brown against the sea and the sail. One last broad gold
shaft lighted the tall Admiral, his thick white hair, his eagle nose,
his strong mouth. Diego de Arana was big, alert and soldierly; Roderigo
Sanchez had the look of alcalde through half a lifetime. I had seen
Roderigo de Escobedo's like in dark streets in France and Italy and
Castile, and Pedro Gutierrez wherever was a court. Juan de la Cosa, the
master, stood a keen man, thin as a string. Out of the crowd of mariners
I pick Sancho and Beltran the cook, Ruiz the pilot, William the Irishman
and Arthur the Englishman, and two or three others. And Luis Torres.
The latter was a thinker, and a Jew in blood. He carried it in his face,
considerably more markedly than I carried my grandmother Judith. But his
family had been Christian for a hundred years. Before I left forecastle
for poop I had discovered that he was learned. Why he had turned sailor
I did not then know, but afterwards found that it was for disappointed
love. He knew Arabic and Hebrew, Aristotle and Averroes, and he had a
dry curiosity and zest for life that made for him the wonder of this
voyage far outweigh the danger.

There was a hymn that Fray Ignatio taught us and that we sang at times,
beside the Latin chant. He said that a brother of his convent had
written it and set it to music.

Thou that art above us,
Around us, beneath us,
Thou who art within us,
Save us on this sea!
Out of danger,
Teach us how we may
Ser