New Britain herald., 1922-12-30
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They fetched from her hold over ; f score of English seamen as battered
 and broken as the ship herself, anc
 together with these some half-doze,
 Spaniards tthe only survivors Of { boarding party from the Spanish gal.
 leon that had invaded the English
 ship and found itself unable to re.
 treat. These wounded men were con.
 veyed to long shed on the wharf
 and the medical skin of Bridgetown
 was summoned to their aid. Peter Blood was ordered to bear a. hand in S;his work, and partly because he spoke Castilian--and he spoke 1t AS fuently as his own native tongue
 partly because of his inferior condi- ton as slave, he was given the Spaniards for his patients.
 With the assistance of one of the
 negroes sent to the shed for the pur- pose, he was in the act of setting a
 broken leg, when a deep. gruff voice, athat he had come to know and dislike as he had never disiked the voice of living man, abruptly challenged him.
 What are you doing there?"
 T am Setting a broken leg,'' he answered. without pausing in his labors.
 The Colonel delivered Himself in a roar. His long bamboo cane was raised to strike. Peter Bloed's blue eyes caught the flash of it. and he spoke quickly to arrest the blow.
 T am acting upon the express orders of Governor Steed.'
 Governor Steedn he echoed. Then he lowered his cane, swung round, and without another word to Blood rolled away toward the other end of the shed where the Governor was standing at the moment.
 It was two day slater when the ladies of Bridgetown. the wives and daughters of her planters and mer- chants, paid their first visit of charity to the wharf, bringing their gifts to | the wounded seamel.
 Again Peter Blood was there, n1in- lstering to the sufferers in his care, moving among those unfortunate spaniards whom no one needed. Ris- Ing suddenly from the re-dressing of B wound. he saw to his surprise that f one lady detached from the general throng, and was placing some plan- tains and bundle of succulent sugar care on the cloak that served one of his naients for a ccverlet. She was dressed in lavender silk and vas followed by g alf-naked negro basket.
 Peter Blood, stripped of his coat. he sleeves of his coarse shirt rolled D the elbow, and holding bloody rag in his hand, stood at gaze a moment. i III elady, turning now to confront ssm, her lips parting in a smile of l 'ecogniticn, was Arabella Bishop. ( The mans Spaniard." said he, in , he tone of one who corrects a mis- I and also tinged never so ( atntly by something Of the derison $ hat was in his soul.
 The smile with which she had been l I 'reeting him withered on her lips. f he frowned and stared at him with increasing haughtiness. t
 "So perceive. But he's a human1 I, cling none the less" said she. t, That answer, and it's implied re- uke. took him by surprise. s Your uncle, the Colonel. is of il ifferent opinion" said he, when he va aH recovered. ,e She continued to stare at him. q, why do you tell me this?''
 ITO warn yom that you may be in- lrring the Colonel's displeasure." ' And you thought of course, that
 must be of my uncle's mind" here was a crispness about her oice. an ominous challenging sparkle
 her hazel eyes.
 "I'd not willingly be rude to a lady 5en in my thoughts" said he.
 But the lady was not satisfied at all. First you impute to me inhuman- y, and then cowardice. Faith or man who would not willingly , rude to a lady even in his thoughts, s none so bad Her boyish laugh filed out, but the note of it jared 8 ears this time.
 He saw her now, it seemed to hirt,