“Want to tell me about it?” said the old man.
“I’d like to.”
“Come over to the hotel yard. We’ll find shade there.”
So, beneath a low-spreading cocoanut palm, Johnny told his story.
“Johnny,” said the old man impressively, when the boy had finished his story, “get up from your chair and walk over to the cooler for a drink of water. As you come back, without appearing interested, look at the man over there in the far corner of the veranda.”
Three minutes later Johnny resumed his seat.
“See him?” the old man leaned forward eagerly.
“Saw two men; a tall, thin, dark-skinned one, and a heavy-set one.”
“The thin one, a half-caste Spaniard, is the one. That’s Daego.”
“Daego? Who is he?”