"But you laughed as I swung at the end of the studding-sail boom. It was a fine joke to see a spar, with the world at one end and a poor devil holding on at the other! I can remember that, senor, though you may find it convenient to forget it."
"I am not aware, Antonio, that I did laugh," said I, in my most conciliatory tone.
"But I am quite aware of it, demonio," said he, furiously.
"Oh! why am I always doomed to meet this man?" I exclaimed bitterly.
"True," said he, with another malevolent grin, "I am a very horrid fellow; but we have met before we had the good luck to sail together."
"Before—I know it."
"At Teneriffe," said he; "up among the mountains."
"You were the sentinel who stood at the mouth of the cavern?"
"I was not, muchacho."
"Who or which, then?"