“Going ashore,” he asked, “’long of that Puffing Billy?”
“What business is it of yours’” I mumbled sulkily.
Sudden and intense threatening came into his yellow eyes:
“Don’t you ever come to you know where,” he said; “I don’t want no spies on what I do. There’s a man there’ll crack your little backbone if he catches you. Don’t yeh come now. Never.”
PART SECOND — THE GIRL WITH THE LIZARD
CHAPTER ONE
“Rio Medio?” Señor Ramon said to me nearly two years afterwards. “The caballero is pleased to give me credit for a very great knowledge. What should I know of that town? There are doubtless good men there and very wicked, as in other towns. Who knows? Your worship must ask the boats’ crews that the admiral has sent to burn the town. They will be back very soon now.”
He looked at me, inscrutably and attentively, through his gold spectacles.