"The hill directly ahead of us is the Carbonera Mountain," shouted Scott; and it is possible that he desired to display the knowledge he had picked up during the afternoon to prepare himself as a pilot.
"Carbonera!" exclaimed Felix. "What a word! I wonder if it means anything. What does it mean, Scott?"
"I'm no Spaniard, and I don't know; all I study is the navigation," replied the pilot.
"Navigation! Are you going to take us up to the top of that hill in the Sally Hay?" chuckled Felix, believing he had made a point.
"Not at all; and I am not going to take you to the top of the lighthouse on Verde Island when we return; but I shall use it all the same as a guide to assist me in the navigation, as I do the mountain, which is nine hundred and seventy-one feet high, and therefore in sight even in the night."
"You have got him, Scott," laughed Louis. "Flix, you talk as though you were an old lady who believed that lighthouses were put up to illuminate the watery region where they are placed, instead of to give the mariner his bearings."
"I am not quite so green as the Ragged Staff Light," replied Felix, rather cut up by Scott's victory over him. "But I am as wise as the pilot, for I don't know any more than he does what the name of that mountain means."
"Well, Flix, you ought to have studied Spanish with me, as I asked you to do before we left New York," added Louis.
"Oh, bother! What do I want of Spanish?"
"To inform you what the meaning is of the name of that hill."