“Of course I am. I don’t see, though, how you are going to do it. What is your plan, and how many are in it?”
“I can’t tell you the plan now, but I will the first time we are alone. How many in the plan? Only ten yet; you make eleven. Oh, we will never go this voyage; and, what is more, you shall settle your score with the little priestling.”
It was plain enough that his dislike of Diego was as great as Juan’s possibly could be.
“Hm!” grunted Juan, who did not lack for penetration, “and settle yours, too, I think; though I don’t see why you hate him so.”
“Ah! don’t you? Well, I do. It’s because he’s a spoil-sport and wants to play the honest.”
Miguel’s reason was genuine as far as it went; but his chief grievance against Diego was the fear that he was in a fair way to infect Juan with his ridiculous honesty. He was relieved of any immediate fear of that now, however, and he left Juan to watch the nearing islands, while he went to sound more of the men on the subject of the proposed desertion.