“Did you say that I was with you?” asked David.
“Surely. As an officer it is my duty to give complete information,” was the somewhat pompous reply. “I gave the names of all who are in your party and told why they stayed in Honda.”
“Why so much detail about us? My friends and I are not connected with the military movements of the country.”
“That may be true, Senor. But you travel with me and—I am ignorant of your business, you know.”
“We travel partly for pleasure, partly—I am interested in a Guatavita mining venture.”
“So! Will they know that when they see your name in the Bogota papers?”
“My friend that I am going to visit will know, of course. I wrote to him that I was coming. Why do you ask?”
“Ah! Just now, it may be, my countrymen will not like American mining ventures—or Americans.”
“Then, Americans are in danger?”
“How can I say, Senor?” he answered with a shrug. “I have lost Panama, they say. I, too, have enemies. Perhaps I am in danger. But you have a friend in Bogota? He is—?”