“Ah reckon not. And what am ah to do with them?”
“Take them on the Marjorie.”
“And then?”
“That is for you to decide,” replied the lawyer. “Whatever you like. All that is desired is that they do not come back. You understand?”
“Perfectly. Yoh can be shuah they won’t trouble anyone any mo’.”
“Oh, they don’t trouble me any,” responded the lawyer. “This is a government matter. He is shipping guns and ammunition into Cuba. We represent the Cuban revolutionists.”
“Ah see,” the captain laughed. “Yoh represent the government.” He was about to say more but thought better of it, but his thought was—the government is looking for that sugar plantation.
“If you do this and make no blunder, the Marjorie may be yours.”
“So,” mused the captain. “The plantation is bigger than I thought.”