“Yet he worked at your instigation?”
“True.”
“And, finally, you have saved me from certain death.”
“All of which, Senor Americano, gives me occasion to rejoice,” answered the Cuban, simply.
Hal now managed to get upon his feet. No sooner did he find himself facing the Cuban than he warmly grasped the latter’s hand.
“I owe you my life and the safety of my money,” cried Maynard, impulsively. “Yet I never saw you before to-day. Pardon me if such great friendliness bewilders me.”
“I have done only what any Cuban would do for an American,” was the quiet reply. “I offer you one more service before leaving you. You were bound to some ship?”
“The British brig, Emeline Atwood.”
“I know her berth. I will lead you there. Once on board, you should be safe. Come; I will show you the way, senor.”
“Wait just one instant,” implored Hal. “Ramirez, such friendship as you have shown to-day is seldom met with. Pardon me if I seek to learn something about you.”