"I mean the young Señor Jack Harkaway."
Chivey looked about him rather anxiously.
"Don't be so imprudent, Señor Velasquez," he said. "You are a precious dangerous party to have any thing to do with."
"Not I," returned Señor Velasquez; "I am easily dealt with. But those who would deal with me must not be too cunning."
"You don't find nothing of that sort about me," said Chivey.
"What is it you require of me?" demanded the notary, getting vexed.
"He's a proud old cove," thought the tiger.
So he drew in his horns and met the notary half way.
"You are just right, Mr. Velasquez," he remarked. "It does concern Jack Harkaway."
"I knew that."