“There was plenty of time,” responded Henry, his old manner somewhat restored by good food and some rest. “They can’t leave where they are till the fever quits them. We can’t go up and do them any good. So they sent a message——”
“What is it?” Nicky demanded impatiently.
“That is it! You go on. I found out, from Toosa, that the fellow we want is at Porto Bello——”
“Porto Bello?” echoed Cliff. “That’s the name of this boat.”
“It’s the name of a town, too—a place where the old pirate, Henry Morgan, once had his rendezvous,” Nicky explained. His study of the old histories of pirate life gave him that information.
“What’s he in Porto Bello for?” asked Cliff.
Henry shook his head.
“That’s all he could tell. Go to Porto Bello was what he ordered. Then Tom and Bill said for us to go on and find this fellow——”
“What’s his name—you never told us,” Nicky said.
“His name—oh, never mind. I’ll be along. I know it.”