“Just a girl,” said the captain. “I thought I’d make money that way, so’s we could marry.”
“Are you married, might I ask?” said Captain Margaret.
“No,” he answered surlily. “No. A single man.”
He seemed upset by the question, for he became moody. He glared at the fire, and drummed with one foot against the leg of his chair.
“Tell me,” said Captain Margaret. “You don’t think that I could do much among the Indians, do you?”
“You mean, if you settled there?”
“Yes, if I landed, built a fort, and opened a trading station. And got the Indian chiefs to bring in gold, and cocoa, or whatever else there is.”
“You could only do that in among the Samballoes.”
“The islands along the Isthmus?”
“Yes. That’s your only place.”