"You are very modest, señor, if you are not rather dull. You have goods that would be useful to the new president, who has a rival he did not expect. Don Felix Muñez has turned traitor, and there are people who support him in the coast province."
"Another president!" Kit exclaimed with a soft laugh, and then bowed to the girl. "I think you mean well. You have given me a useful hint and you have my thanks. I will be rash and tell you that Galdar shall not have the goods I brought."
Franciscans eyes got soft and a touch of color crept into her olive skin.
"One does not often meet a man who puts honor before money. Adios, señor! I wish you well."
Then she turned to her companions, who presently left the table and soon afterwards Kit's omelette was brought. While he ate, Olsen came in and sitting down opposite, lighted a cigarette.
"You'll allow that the Buccaneer backed the wrong man," he said. "I warned you and reckon your obstinacy has cost you something."
"That is so," Kit agreed. "One must run risks in a business like this, but I don't expect you to sympathize."
Olsen smiled. "I don't pretend I'm not satisfied, but I can show you how to get some of your money back. I've learned much about you and Askew since we had our last talk, and am willing to buy part of the Rio Negro's cargo."
"You seem to know she has arrived?"
"Oh, yes; I knew some hours since. I've been looking out for you."