"Thanks, brother. What value do you set on him?"
"Well, I will not bargain with you, brother. I saw a rather handsome fusil in your house. Give it to me, and take the Indian, and we shall be quits."
"Wait a minute, then."
"Why?"
"Because I will give you the fusil at once. You will send me the Indian; or, if I have time, I will call and fetch him during the day."
The filibuster returned to the hatto, took down the fusil, and carried it to Morgan, who threw it on his shoulder with a movement of joy.
"Well, that is settled," he said. "Good-bye, for the present."
"We shall meet again soon," Montbarts answered, and they separated.
Montbarts threw a thick cloak over his shoulders, put on a broad brimmed hat, whose brim fell over his face, and concealed his features, and then turning to Michael, said:
"Mate, an important matter obliges me to go to Basse Terre; you will go to our governor, the Chevalier de Fontenay, and without entering into any details, and being very careful not to betray our secret, you will simply warn him that I am preparing a fresh expedition."