“Yes, Uncle,” I said quietly, “if he can!”
“Just so, Harry; but take care.”
“I’ll be on my guard, Uncle,” I replied.
And then I left him to go and think, my pulses throbbing as I thought of the exciting turn my adventures were taking—the event of the last hour—my discovery, if such it could be called; and I longed for the time when I could put it to the proof.
Chapter Thirty Two.
Not quite.
The time glided on, and I saw no more of Garcia; but, all the same, I could not help feeling that this calm might portend a storm.
My uncle was evidently very uneasy; but he said no more, merely proceeding with his business as usual, while with Tom I took trips here and there, making myself certainly now no burden, for we returned each evening loaded with game of some description—deer, fowl, or fish.