“Here's a candle,” said Santos; “light it, and watch the door. Perro mal dicto! What have we here?”
I felt certain he had seen me, but the candle passed within a yard of my feet, and was held on high at the open window.
“We are too late!” said Santos. “He's gone!”
“Are you sure
“Look at this sheet.”
“Then the other swab knew of it, and we'll settle with him.”
“Yes, yes. But not yet, my good friend—not yet. We want his asseestance in getting the gold back to the sea; he will be glad enough to give it, now that his pet bird has flown; after that—by all mins. You shall cut his troth, and I will put one of 'is dear friend's bullets in 'im for my own satisfaction.”
There was a quick step on the stairs-in the corridor.
“I'd like to do it now,” whispered Harris; “no time like the present.”
“Not yet, I tell you!”