“And you’re going to let me take you in to Belize?”
“Indeed I’m not,” said my uncle quietly. “I made all my plans before I started, and explained to you before we sailed from Port Royal what I wished you to do.”
“Well, yes, you did say something about it.”
“The something was that you should drop me where I wished—somewhere in Yucatan or on Mosquito Coast.”
“That’s right, doctor; you did.”
“Very well, then; according to your calculations at noon to-day, we shall be within sight of land about mid-day to-morrow.”
“Dessay we shall, among the cays and reefs and little bits of islands yonder.”
“Then you will fulfil your part of the agreement at mid-day.”
“Drop you and your boat out at sea?”
“Yes,” said Uncle Dick.