“You know then that Rene is....”
“Renan,” Hal interposed smiling. “I guessed it quite a few hours ago.”
CHAPTER XXIX
A SNOOPING YANKEE
“Renan Carmichael Pemberton, that is his full name,” said Old Marcellus proudly. “We’ve always called him Rene for short. But what are you going to do about him, Mr. Hal? You are loyal to your government as well as to us, eh?”
“I think,” said Hal with a smile at Felice, “that I can dope out a way to be loyal to both. Just one thing I’d like to find out though—was he in on that plane plot?”
“I can vouch for him that he wasn’t,” Felice said stoutly. “I don’t think Rene ever met that José Rodriguez before in his life. There are many in the Cause, you know. They can’t all be acquainted. It was just a coincidence.”
“I’m inclined to believe it. Well, what do you say we all turn in? We may not get such a good sleep tomorrow night.”
They all agreed and Hal was about to go when he thought of something.
“How about guns, Mr. Pemberton?” he asked the old man. “Have you anything like that around here?”
The old man said he had. Enough to protect themselves for a little while. And Goncalves, he was certain, was acting upon his own initiative. Ceara, he declared, would have no part in such a scheme.