“Not much, I’m afraid,” replied the lieutenant. “Well, then, don’t talk nonsense, but tell me what I am to do to recover my little maid.”
“It is impossible for me to advise,” said the lieutenant with a perplexed look.
“But you must advise,” said Maraquita, with great decision.
“Well, I will try. How long is it since Azinté was taken away from you?”
“About two weeks.”
“You say that Marizano was the purchaser. Do you know to what part of the coast he intended to convey her?”
“How should I know? I have only just heard of the matter from my father.”
“Well then, you must try to find out from your father all that he knows about Marizano and his movements. That is the first step. After that I will consider what can be done.”
“Yes, Senhor,” said Maraquita, rising suddenly, “you must consider quickly, and you must act at once, for you must not come here again until you bring me news of Azinté.”
Poor Lindsay, who knew enough of the girl’s character to believe her to be thoroughly in earnest, protested solemnly that he would do his utmost.