on honourable terms.  The English commander replied, “I am Drake, and have no time to parley.  Don Pedro must surrender or fight.”  So Don Pedro surrendered to the gallant captain of the Revenge, and lavished him with praise, evidently glad to have fallen into the hands of so famous and generous a foe.  Drake is said to have treated his captive with elaborate generosity, while his crew commandeered all the vast treasure.  He then sent the galleon into Dartmouth Harbour, and set off with his prisoners to chase Medina Sidonia.

In the whole range of Drake’s adventurous career there does not appear to be any evidence of his having been possessed with the idea of supernatural assistance, though if perchance he missed any of Philip’s treasure-ships he complacently reported “the reason” to those in authority as “being best known to God,” and there the incident ended.  On the other hand, the Deity was no mystery to him.  His belief in a Supreme Power was real, and that he worked in harmony with It he never doubted.  When he came across anything on land or sea which he thought should be appropriated for the benefit of his Queen and country, or for himself and those who were associated with him in his piratical enterprises, nothing was allowed to stand in his way, and, generally speaking, he paralysed all resistance to his arms into submission by an inexorable will and genius.  The parsimonious Elizabeth was always slyly willing to receive the proceeds of his dashing deeds, but never unduly generous in fixing his share of them.  She allowed her ships to lie rotting when they should have been kept in sound and efficient condition, and her sailors to starve in the streets and seaports.  Never a care was bestowed on these poor fellows to whom she owed so much.  Drake and Hawkins, on the other hand, saw the national danger, and founded a war fund called the “Chatham Chest”; and, after great pressure, the Queen granted L20,000 and the loan of six battleships to the Syndicate.  Happily the commercial people gave freely, as they always do.  What trouble these matchless patriots had to overcome!  Intrigue, treason, religious fanaticism, begrudging of supplies, the constant shortage of stores and provisions at every critical stage of a crisis, the contradictory instructions from the exasperating Tudor Queen:  the fleet kept in port until the chances of an easy victory over England’s bitterest foes had passed away!  But for the vacillation of the icy virgin, Drake’s Portugal expedition would have put the triumph of the Spanish Armada to the blush, and the great Admiral might have been saved the anguish of misfortune that seemed to follow his future daring adventures for Spanish treasure on land and sea until the shadows of failure compassed him round.  His spirit broken and his body smitten with incurable disease, the fleet under his command anchored at Puerto Bello after a heavy passage from Escudo de Veragua, a pestilential desert island.  He was then in delirium,