Antonio could have but one thought as to the one who had instigated the murder. He was satisfied it was Bill, and that thought made death doubly bitter.
With a curse upon his lips, a bitter malediction upon his rival, he died.
Quickly stripping his victim of whatever he had about him worth taking, his murderer crept away.
XXXI.
CHARLIE'S ESCAPE FROM THE SHIP.
Randall had made an appointment to meet his agent at midnight at the place where they originally met.
Some ten minutes before the hour he entered, and found the Brazilian seated at a table with a bottle before him.
"I am here first," said the latter, nonchalantly, as he laid down a glass which he had drained.
"So it seems," said Randall. "And now, what success?" he asked, eagerly.