“Giordano go pronto,” they said.
“But I want to go now.”
“Si, si,” they said, “La Boca.”
“Yes, but now.”
“Si, si.”
He took off his hat to them and hurried along the pier to the Englishman, who was still there, superintending the packing of the jars.
“You want to go to La Boca?” he asked. “Oh well, I wish I’d known. I thought you wanted one of the fish hands. I could have sent you to La Boca an hour ago. What do you want at La Boca?”
“I have an appointment there.”
“Oh, who is your appointment with?”
“A friend,” Hi said.