"What do you say?"
"You must love her—better than your job at least?"
"Si, señor. I suppose so."
"What is she like, Inocencio?"
"Well, she is just like other women. All women are alike—only some are fat. One time I had a female from Martinique, and she acted just the same as this one."
"Humph! If she is like all the others, what the devil made you—do it?"
"Señor, you have plenty of money, and yet one night I saw you bet two thousand pesos on the rouge. Why did you do that, eh?"
"That is altogether different."
The Haytian smiled. "I am tired of these females at Colon. They are common people—very common. Then, too, those San Blas people, they are so scared that somebody is going to steal a woman! Maybe if they had left me asleep on shore I would never have noticed no woman at all. But they don't trust me, so, sure enough—I steal one."
"And you say she came willingly?" queried Williams, incredulously.