"I've half a notion to go over to the Bull and chase those turtle-catchers back to the mainland," Henry went on. "And then again I'd almost like to tackle the mainland clue first. I suppose you've got a stock of clues, too?"
"Sure thing," Francis nodded. "But say, I'd like to take back what I said about not sharing."
"Say the word," the other encouraged.
"Then I do say it."
Their hands extended and gripped in ratification.
"Morgan and Morgan strictly limited," chortled Francis.
"Assets, the whole Caribbean Sea, the Spanish Main, most of Central America, one chest full of perfectly no good old clothes, and a lot of holes in the ground," Henry joined in the other's humor. "Liabilities, snake-bite, thieving Indians, malaria, yellow fever-"
"And pretty girls with a habit of kissing total strangers one moment, and of sticking up said total strangers with shiny silver revolvers the next moment," Francis cut in. "Let me tell you about it. Day before yesterday, I rowed ashore over on the mainland. The moment I landed, the prettiest girl in the world pounced out upon me and dragged me away into the jungle. Thought she was going to eat me or marry me. I didn't know which. And before I could find out, what's the pretty damsel do but pass uncomplimentary remarks on my mustache and chase me back to the boat with a revolver. Told me to beat it and never come back, or words to that effect."
"Whereabouts on the mainland was this?" Henry demanded, with a tenseness which Francis, chuckling his reminiscence of the misadventure, did not notice.
"Down' toward the other end of Chiriqui Lagoon," he replied. "It was the stamping ground of the Solano family, I learned; and they are a red peppery family, as I found out. But I haven't told you all. Listen. First she dragged me into the vegetation and insulted my mustache; next she chased me to the boat with a drawn revolver; and then she wanted to know why I didn't kiss her. Can you beat that?"