"Faith, I grant that same's true."
"This loss means more to me than it does to you."
"You are making it do so, certainly. But there, for God's sake, don't let's be asses enough to quarrel. Here, smoke."
We all three lit cigarettes, and there was a silence for some minutes. Then Haigh broke out again,—
"Phe—ew!" he whistled. "Have they gone posting to Soller after all?"
"Eh?" said Taltavull.
"I mean, isn't this all a blind? Wasn't that letter written just to put us on the wrong track? Why should the man have taken the trouble to make all that long screed just for the sake of jeering, when he wouldn't be here to see what effect his smart sarcasms would have? Besides, if he showed his route, he might think we could work the telegraph wires and get him and his blessed feluccre stopped in Soller Port till we came up. Now, here or Palma are the orthodox outlets to this island. What's the best way to Palma?"
"La Puebla, and rail from there."
"Bet any one an even ten pesetas that Mr. Pether has cleared by the early train from La Puebla."
"The same road leads out of here till it branches, whether one is going to Pollensa or La Puebla," exclaimed the anarchist, with a fresh access of excitement. "I can wire friends at both places, who can find out for me which way they have gone. I will go and do it at once."