“I think, Mr. James Darlington, that a voyage with Captain Broome might teach you not to meddle in other people’s affairs,” he said to himself, with an ugly expression on his face.
The message reached its destination within a few minutes after it had been sent, and was in the hands of Captain Broome in less than half an hour.
“Ha!” snorted Broome, when he read it. “I think I can take care of him. Hey, Manuel,” to a swarthy Mexican dwarf, who was with him. “That Jim Darlington is making trouble again. Get on his trail so I can catch him.”
“Si, Senor,” replied the Mexican with an ugly grin. “Shall I give him the knife?”
“No,” responded Broome, vindictively, “I want him alive.”
CHAPTER IV.
BUFFETED.
“I don’t know how you feel, chief,” remarked Jim, when the two were out on the street again, “but it strikes me that, as we have something of a busy day ahead of us, and don’t know just where we shall bring up, it wouldn’t be a bad plan to make sure of some lunch now.”