Farquharson paid no attention to him.
"Perhaps you do not understand. Is it so? Well, listen now. Captain Farquharson, you promised me the value of a hundred thousand pesos in English gold notes the day the next new moon was born. That day was yesterday. The gold notes are in your hands, not mine. Your word is a lie." The Indian was speaking in very fair English.
The Captain did not reply.
"You waste my time," speaking now in Spanish. "I have much to do and cannot trifle. You have in Monterey, in the hands of the English consul, the value of one hundred thousand pesos in gold notes. So you have said. Place the money in my hand and I'll turn my loyal subjects in the interior valleys to your cause. My word is true."
"Take away these cords. Allow me to go free; then, come with me to the consul's, and there we'll consider what you say."
The Indian shook his head. "Captain Farquharson never leaves this room alive unless the money is paid first."
"The British consul will not pay you the money unless I am with you."
"Fear not, Captain. I'll take chances on getting the money."
Farquharson laughed in spite of his bonds.
"Nonsense, Indian!"