Moreau agreed unwillingly and Wyndham asked: "Have you sent for the fellow who gave us our last load?"
"He is coming to-night. You will stay until he goes?"
"Of course," said Wyndham, smiling. "I don't want to put too much strain on you. It looks as if you were afraid of your customers."
"I am afraid. One is always afraid here," Moreau admitted. "It has been worse since you did not send the goods you promised."
"We will send no more," said Marston firmly and they talked about something else until they heard steps outside and a man came in.
He was a big, dark-skinned fellow and carried a thick blanket folded across his shoulder. His feet and the most part of his thin legs were bare, his chest and arms were powerful, and he looked truculent. He glanced at Marston curiously and then turned to Wyndham.
"Have you brought payment for my goods?" he asked in uncouth Castilian.
"We have," said Wyndham. "Señor Moreau has a list of the cargo and we will begin to unload in the morning. Tell him what we have brought, Don Lucien."
Moreau did so and the other frowned. "These things are of no use to me."
"They are standard trade goods that count as money," Wyndham replied.