"It is quiet, Señor, not a ripple."
"And we shall have no moon?"
"As the Señor says, not for some weeks past have we had a moon."
Don Gil laughed. He could laugh now, loud and long. His heart was almost light. What better tool and confidant could he procure than a peon who knew so little of times and seasons as Andres?
"And it is low tide at ten o'clock to-night?"
"As the Señor says."
Had Don Gil asked, "Is the sea ink?" Andres would have replied, "As the Señor says."
"At about what time is the red lantern lighted on Los Santos?"
"At about six o'clock, Señor. I heard old Gremo say that he lights it each evening at six o'clock."