that Pinzyn did not know what to do. Probably didn't know what he wanted. It was obvious now, if it had not been obvious before, that as far as the men were concerned, Pinzyn was the commander of the expedition. Yet Pinzyn was a good commander, and knew that discipline was vital to survival. He also knew that if he ever intended to return to Spain, he couldn't do it with a mutiny on his record.
At the same time, if he obeyed Colyn now, he would lose the support of the men. They would feel betrayed. It would diminish him in their minds.
So ... what was the most important to him? The devotion of the men of Palos, or the law of the sea?
There was no way of knowing what Pinzyn would have chosen. For Colyn did not wait until he finally made up his mind. Instead he spoke to Arana. "Apparently Pinzyn thinks that it is for him to decide whether the orders of the Captain-General will be obeyed or not. Arana, you will arrest Martin Pinzyn for insubordination and mutiny."
While Pinzyn dithered about whether to cross the line, Colyn had recognized the simple fact that he had already crossed it. Colyn had law and justice on his side. Pinzyn, however, had the sympathy of almost all the men. No sooner had Colyn given the order than the men roared their rejection of his decision, and almost at once they became a mob, seizing Colyn and the other officers and dragging them to the middle of the stockade.
For a moment, Pedro and Chipa were forgotten -- the men had apparently been thinking of mutiny for long enough to have figured out who it was that they needed to subdue. Colyn himself, of course, and the royal officers. Also Jacome el Rico, the financial agent; Juan de la Cosa, because he was a Basque, not a man of Palos, and therefore couldn't be trusted; and Alonso the physician, Lequeitio the gunner, and Domingo the cooper.
Pedro moved as unobtrusively as possible toward the gate of the stockade. He was about thirty yards from where the officers and loyal men were being restrained, but someone would be bound to notice when he opened the gate. He took Chipa by the hand, and said to her, in halting Taino, "We will run. When gate open."
She squeezed his hand to show that she understood.
* * *
Pinzyn had apparently realized that it looked very bad for him, that he and his brothers had not been restrained with the other officers. Unless they killed all the royal officials, someone would testify against him in Spain. "I oppose this," he said loudly. "You must let them go at once."
"Come on, Martin," shouted Rodrigo. "He was charging you with mutiny."
"But Rodrigo, I am not guilty of mutiny," said Pinzyn, speaking very clearly, so that everyone could hear. "I oppose this action. I won't allow you to continue. You will have to restrain me, too."
After a moment, Rodrigo finally got it. "You men," he said, giving orders as naturally as if he had been born to it. "You'd better seize Captain Pinzyn and his brothers." From where he was standing, Pedro couldn't see whether Rodrigo winked as he said this. But he hardly needed to. Everyone knew that the Pinzyns were only being restrained because Martin had asked for it. To protect him from a charge of mutiny.
"Harm no one," said Pinzyn. "If you have any hope of seeing Spain again, harm no one."
"He was going to flog me, the lying bastard!" cried Rodrigo. "So let's see how he likes the lash!"
If they dared to lay the lash to Colyn, Pedro realized, then there was no hope for Chipa. She would end up like Parrot Feather, unless he got her out of the stockade and safely into the forest.
"Sees-in-the-Dark will know what to do," Chipa said quietly in Taino.
"Quiet," said Pedro. Then he gave up on Taino and continued in Spanish. "As soon as I get the gate open, ran through it and head for the nearest trees."
He dashed for the gate, lifted the heavy crossbar, and let it drop out of the way. At once an outcry arose among the mutineers. "The gate! Pedro! Stop him! Get the girl! Don't let her get to the village!"
The gate was heavy and hard to move. It felt like it was taking a long time, though it was only moments. Pedro heard the discharge of a musket, but didn't hear any