“One thing I am sure of, I lost that fellow Manuel.”
“See anything of him?”
“Not a thing. Maybe he was after you instead of me.”
“Heaven forbid,” ejaculated Berwick, with a half glance backward.
“So you did not find a ship for us?” repeated Jim.
“There doesn’t seem to be anything in port that we can get. Just missed getting one, though. Martinex sold a ship this morning that would have just suited us.”
“That’s tough,” sighed Jim. “We have got to have one before Broome gets away.”
“Don’t know where you are going to get it.”
“Neither do I,” returned Jim. “But we are like the boy and the hedgehog, ‘We have just got to get one.’”