"I don't know anything about the work, Miss Harris," answered Matt, "so it won't be possible for me to say anything to any one."
"Your intention of leaving on the Santa Maria, too, ought to be kept a secret. At least, that's what my uncle says."
"This is mighty sudden," murmured Matt dazedly. "Why couldn't Mr. Townsend have called me out to the house and talked this over with me yesterday?"
"He didn't know anything about it yesterday, Motor Matt. In fact, the work only came to his knowledge an hour ago."
"Wasn't he well enough to come and tell me himself?"
"Well enough, yes, but he had not the time. The Grampus is over at Westwego, and he is very busy getting her ready for sea."
"Isn't he going to British Honduras on the Santa Maria?"
"No."
"How am I to hear from him in Belize?"
Miss Harris tossed her head petulantly.