"There is M. Novarro, now," said the landlord's son; and Ben, turning, saw a tall, very dark-complexioned man, who had just entered.
"M. Novarro, here is a young gentleman who wishes to see you—a countryman of yours."
The Cuban regarded Ben attentively, and not without surprise.
"Have we met before?" he asked, courteously.
"No, sir," answered Ben, relieved to find that the Cuban spoke English; "and I am afraid I am taking a liberty in asking for you."
"By no means! If I can be of any service to you, my friend, you may command me."
"It is rather a long story, Mr. Novarro," Ben commenced.
"Then we will adjourn to my room, where we shall be more at our ease."
Ben followed his new acquaintance to a handsome private parlor on the second floor and seated himself in a comfortable arm-chair, indicated by the Cuban.