Did he hear aright?
"At daybreak!" he exclaimed, aloud.
"Yes; at daybreak," returned the notary in his sleep.
After a pause, the sleeper muttered—
"What say you? If Chivey were not quite dead? What of that? How could he follow you? He has no funds. The only money he possessed I have now in my strong box under my bed."
Chivey was staggered.
"Is Murray going to bolt, and leave me in the power of this old villain, I wonder," he muttered.
He broke off in his speculations, for the notary was babbling something again.
"'The Mogador,'" muttered the old man, speaking more thickly than before as the opiate began to make itself felt; "the captain is called Gonzales. You have only to mention the name of Señor Velasquez, and he will treat you well. He knows me."
He muttered a few more words which grew more and more incoherent each instant.