"Still, the word of a gentleman—"
"Is valued between gentlemen, I allow, but with us Ladrones, as you call us, it has no value in my opinion; you hidalgos of old Spain, even make it a case of conscience to violate it without the slightest scruple, when your interest invites you to do so."
Don Antonio hung his head; recognizing in his heart, though unwilling to allow it, the exact truth, of the filibuster's words.
The latter enjoyed for a moment the Spaniard's discomfiture, and then rapped the table twice or thrice with the handle of his knife.
The captain's engagé at once entered the room.
"What do you want of me, Montbarts?" he asked.
"Tell me, my good fellow," the adventurer asked, "have you not seen a red Carib prowling round this house?"
"Pardon me, Montbarts, a Carib asked me only a moment ago, whether you were here, and I answered in the affirmative, but I did not like to transgress the orders I had received from you, and allow him to enter as he desired."
"Very good. Did not the man mention his name?"
"On the contrary, that was the very first thing he did; it is Omopoua."