Some one got up at the summons. It was not the single-eyed man that Uros was expecting to see, but a handsome, dark-eyed, shock-headed young fellow.
"Is the captain on board?"
The youth tossed up his head negatively and said some words, but the only one that Uros understood was Caffene.
As soon as Uros jumped on shore he went off to the coffee-house by the pier, the only one at Gravosa. There were only a few seamen smoking and sipping black coffee, but the person he wanted was not amongst them.
"Do you wish to be taken on board his craft?" asked a kind of ship-broker, hearing that Uros was asking about the Greek captain.
A few hours before he would simply have answered negatively. Now, as he wanted to hear more of the ship and its crew, he asked:
"Is it the Greek captain whose caique is lying just outside?"
"Yes; the one painted in green."
"Where is he?"
"Just gone up to town. Are you going to Ragusa?"