Not a soul did he encounter until he reached the beach, when he came upon two sailors, launching a rowing boat.
"'Mogador?'" he said, in a tone of inquiry.
"Si, señor."
"That's your sort," said Chivey. "I want to see Captain Gonzales."
"Come with us, then," said one of the sailors.
"Rather," responded the tiger; "off we dive; whip 'em up, tickle him under the flank, and we're there in a common canter."
The sailors both understood a little of English.
In very little time they were standing on the deck of the "Mogador."
And facing Chivey as he scrambled up the side, was the master of the ship, Captain Gonzales, to whom Chivey was presented at once by one of the sailors.
"Señor Velasquez has sent me to you, captain," said the ever ready tiger.