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Presently, the effects of the brandy told upon the poor fellow and he sprang suddenly to his feet by a sort of spasmodic effort, knocking Corporal Macan backwards into the water which was washing about the deck around us as he stood up. "Ah los marineros cobardes!" he cried. "Vamos printo, hascia abajo!" "Hullo, Vernon," said Mr Jellaby. "What's he talking about now, eh?"
It was now nearly sundown, and S and myself went into a house and sat quietly down to rest ourselves before going down to the beach. Several people were soon collected to see "los Ingles marineros," and one of them a young woman took a great fancy to my pocket handkerchief, which was a large silk one that I had before going to sea, and a handsomer one than they had been in the habit of seeing.
It was now nearly sundown, and Stimson and I went into a house and sat quietly down to rest ourselves before going to the beach. Several people soon collected to see ``los marineros ingleses, and one of them, a young woman, took a great fancy to my pocket-handkerchief, which was a large silk one that I had before going to sea, and a handsomer one than they had been in the habit of seeing.
As it was now sundown, there began to be some dancing. The Italian sailors danced, and one of our crew exhibited himself in a sort of West India shuffle, much to the amusement of the bystanders, who cried out, "Bravo!" "Otra vez!" and "Vivan los marineros!" but the dancing did not become general, as the women and the "gente de razón" had not yet made their appearance.
"Tell him who we are, then," replied Dr Nettleby. "He is probably out of his mind, but it may quiet him." "Somos marineros Inglesas we are English sailors," I therefore cried in as shrill a key as I could to reach his ear, raking up the almost forgotten memories of my early years, and, I'm afraid, speaking very bad Spanish.
If so, there are American sailors here ready to give aid." From above there came a single exclamation of joy, followed by a scurrying of feet. From above sounded a voice demanding in Spanish: "Shall I let the prisoners go?" "You will have to," answered the same voice that had answered Dave. "We are attacked by los marineros Americanos."
As it was now sundown, there began to be some dancing. The Italian sailors danced, and one of our crew exhibited himself in a sort of West India shuffle, much to the amusement of the bystanders, who cried out, ``Bravo! ``Otra vez! and ``Vivan los marineros! but the dancing did not become general, as the women and the ``gente de razon'' had not yet made their appearance.
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