It was as Jim surmised. On the veranda of the inn sat the senor intently reading a book. As Jim approached, no other person was in sight.
“Buena diaz, Senor,” called Jim.
Instantly the Senor sprang to his feet, observing Jim for the first time and facing him with a stern, uncompromising look.
“So you are concerned in this evil venture, you—”
“On the contrary,” broke in Jim, himself greatly surprised. “I have come to help you.”
“I have no need of help,” asserted the Senor, unbending not the least, suspicion in his voice.
Jim was staggered for a moment and at a loss for words. Here was an obstacle he had not thought of. Finally he ventured the inquiry:—
“You have not, however, recovered your daughter, the Senorita?”
“No.”
“And until you do, I assure you, there is grave danger.”