"This is my good friend, Mr. Page," said Francisco. "May he not stay with us here?"
"Yes; that is all right," said Cecilio. "It is better that we have a witness."
"Or two," said the old Irishman, coming nearer to Mr. Page.
"Or two," repeated Cecilio, smilingly.
"Now, madam, will you kindly open these boxes and search through your clothing?" requested the Captain.
"I tell you I will not do it," said Mrs. Minkson. "This is an outrage. This is my house while I am in it, and you dare not order me to do anything I do not choose."
"Very well, madam," calmly remarked the Indian; "then we look ourselves."
"You are up to some trick," said the missionary. "The boy has probably handed it to you, and you will pretend to find it. You shall not search my house. Go out of here—go out!"
The two Indian men again conversed in low tones. Then Cecilio said: