“Any boat that will take me to Belize.”
“No boat go to-day.” The man settled back in his corner.
“You mean they won’t go to-day?” The boy’s brow wrinkled.
“No go.”
“Not for any price?”
“Oh! Special trip, go. Maybe. You got twenty dollars?”
Pant hesitated. He had twenty dollars and a little change. To part with it all would seem to be courting disaster. But much was at stake. He threw all in the balance.
“Yes, I have twenty dollars. Where is the boat?”
“Me see.” The man held out a hand. Pant showed him two golden eagles.
“My boat sailing boat. Good boat. Very fast boat. Ready to go, fifteen minutes.” At sight of the gold the man went into action.