"Hark-ye, Pedro! I have a job for you; here are thirty pistoles as an earnest, and when it is finished, you shall receive thirty more."
"By St. Jago, signor! I am ready—what is it? This?" touching the handle of his knife.
"Corambre, knave! No. Listen to me. Do you see yonder mansion, with the green verandas stretching itself out on the hill-side like an anaconda at play?"
"The Scotchman's—Donaldson's?"
"The same. Now look, and tell me what you see at the open jalousie on the right, that is, if you can see through the heavy screen of jessamines which droop over it."
"Ho, ho! I have eyes at any time for a pretty girl, signor; she is an angel, that fair English girl!"
"Very well—you know her, then. Now do you remember the thick pimento walk between this and the hospital?"
"Si, signor."
"Now, Pedro, hasten thither, and conceal yourself. This fair Signora will soon pass that way. Now mind me, knave, when she reaches the middle of the grove, do you rush suddenly upon her—seize her in your arms, and—"
"Ho-ho! a pleasant job, signor!"