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John Nevil and his company left attacking forever the fortress of Nueva Cordoba, and rushed down the hillside towards plain and river. Forth from the town burst Ambrose Wynch with the guard which had been left in the square but where were Robert Baldry and his men?
The Admiral answered not where he stood, covering his eyes with his hand. "But Francis Sark " began Wynch, in a shaking voice. "I know naught of Francis Sark," Ferne replied. "As I have said so I did. I ask no other court than this, no further mercy than my present death.... John Nevil, for the sake of all that's dead and gone forever, I pray you to keep me here no longer!"
Down the hillside come those to whom I can speak can speak as well as thou, Sir Mortimer Ferne!" The door was flung open, and Ambrose Wynch, a mighty man in a battered breastplate and morion, looked joyfully in upon them. "The Dons supped so well last night, Sir John, that now they're coming to breakfast! 'Tis just a flourish no great sortie. Shall a handful of us go out against them?"
They must ha' found the magazine, for they fired the ship they fired the Cygnet, Sir John, and it bore down with the tide and struck the Phoenix." His voice falling, one caught and drew him aside to the chirurgeon's care. The Admiral turned to Ambrose Wynch, who burst forth with: "Sir John Nevil, as I have hope of heaven, I swear I did guard that man as you bade me do!
As the soldiers were carrying him slowly along, he made them frequently turn round, that he might see the field of battle, and listen to the firing; and he was well pleased when the sound grew fainter. A spring-wagon came up, bearing Colonel Wynch, who was wounded: the Colonel asked who was in the blanket, and being told it was Sir John Moore, wished him to be placed in the wagon.
Truly the name was well deserved, for wherever the fight was thickest there Sale was to be found, and the histories of his life abound with stories of his bravery and disregard of danger. When twenty-seven years of age he married Florentia Wynch, a girl of nineteen, who proved before long to be almost as brave as he.
The room was safe, the window high and barred, the door locked " "I doubt not that you did your duty, Ambrose Wynch," spoke the Admiral. "But the man escaped " "At the nooning he was safe enough," pursued the other, with agitation. "I, going the rounds, looked in and saw him sitting on his bed, smiling at me like a woman Satan take his soul!
Not a sea-dog simply and terrible fighter like Captain Manwood or Ambrose Wynch, nor a ruffler like Baldry, nor even a high, cold gentleman like Sir John, who slew Spaniards for the good of God and the Queen, and whose slow words when he was displeased cut like a rope's end.
Why do we make sail, and that so hastily?" "Look!" said Ambrose Wynch, gruffly, and pointed to the west. "The plate-fleet!" Those many white flecks upon the horizon grew larger, came swiftly on. Forth from the river's mouth, out to sea, put the Mere Honour and the Marigold, for they might not tarry to meet that squadron.
It was in that deep swoon that he was brought aboard the Mere Honour and laid in the Admiral's cabin, whence Arden, leaving the chirurgeon and Robin-a-dale with the yet unconscious man, presently came forth to the Admiral and to Ambrose Wynch and asked for aqua vitae, then drew his hand across his brow and wiped away the cold sweat; finally found voice with which to load with curses Luiz de Guardiola and his ministers.
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