“All right. Have it your own way; but whose ever revolution it is, if it succeeds in bringing about intervention by the United States, the purpose will be accomplished and you will be well paid. If this revolution fails to bring about the result, then we must keep having revolutions till we do succeed. Do you understand?”
“Perfectly.”
“We will furnish the money. You do the rest.”
“We!” thought Billie to himself, as he followed the conversation. “I wonder who we are?”
Then again, after a moment’s thought: “Great Scott! This must be the party whom Lieut. Grant wanted us to locate. Don Pablo and Don Rafael are only tools. This man is the real power. How am I going to land him?”
While he was still turning the matter over in his mind, he heard the stranger say:
“Here are drafts on the Bank of England for ten thousand pounds. See that the money is used to the best advantage if you ever expect any more. You’ll hear from me when I want to see you again.”
Then to his oarsmen: “All right! Let’s go home!”
Slowly the boats drew apart. For just a moment Billie was undecided which one to follow. Evidently the visitor was the very man he had started out to find, and yet, what would happen if he followed him? Would anyone believe his story without some other evidence—evidence which he did not have? But Don Pablo had the evidence—the drafts on the Bank of England. Those were what he needed and those he must have.
Without a moment’s hesitation he turned and grasped the stern of Don Pablo’s boat, which was slowly moving away under the power of only one oar.