“At five o’clock to-day, at an appointed spot, a tree below here, I am to be met by someone who will receive the money.”
“Yes,” said Jim, “and you already have your men perched in the branches of the tree.”
The Senor made an exclamation of intense
“It is the large eucalyptus on the margin of the grove,” continued Jim.
“Yes. Yes. You seem to know all.”
“All I must know to aid you effectively,” said Jim, earnestly. “You speak about the money, but your daughter, what of her?”
“That is arranged. She is to be seen by me before the money is given up. She is to be near at hand. I am to see her, it is promised, sitting in a small boat near the shore, and in the care of a good woman who has been her companion.”
Jim could not restrain a laugh. The idea of applying any such word as “good woman” to the virago on board the Sea Eagle.
“Captain Broome’s sister?” suggested Jim, inquiringly.