Jarrow stood and watched him disappear into the Cuartel. "I ain't never had no luck with him," he remarked. "I hope he breaks his fool neck, that's what I hope. He'll mess things up for me yit."
CHAPTER VI
Mr. Peth Is Particular About Where He Sleeps
Early in the morning, when Manila was turning over for another nap, a victoria from the Bay View took Locke, Trask, and Marjorie over the Bridge of Spain and through Plaza Moraga to the landing steps, where the tug which was to take the Nuestra Señora del Rosario to sea was waiting to put the voyagers aboard the schooner. The Nuestra was at anchor down the bay.
As they got out of the carriage a black man hopped ashore from the tug and made for their baggage.
"I'm Doc Bird, the steward," he said. "I reckon yo' all is fo' Cap'n Jarrow's packet?"
"We are," said Locke. "Is everything ready?"
"Never gon' be no readier, sir," said the steward, who looked smart in a suit of white and a jaunty cap. Instead of a shirt, he wore a gaudy cotton sweater with stripes running athwart his body, red and blue, after the manner of a convict's clothes.