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Now there was a new president in the field, it was obvious why Galdar wanted fresh supplies. This, however, was not important, and Kit drained his glass and then tried to rouse himself. He must look after the mule and if it was not fit for the journey get another animal.

But he did not want to look impatient, and, imitating the other's carelessness, sat down and lighted a cigarette while he pondered. To begin with, he suspected that the patron would prevent his meeting any of the president's soldiers who might be about, and it would be prudent to finish his business and get back to the ship before Galdar knew he was in the woods.

Kit gave the letter to the president, whose dark face flushed, and for a few moments he stormed with Spanish fury. "This dog of a sailor has been bought!" he cried, clenching his hands as he walked about the floor. "If the money does not arrive soon, it will be too late; my soldiers will not take our notes. Galdar has paid him to ruin me."

When he entered the arch Adam was coolly reloading his pistol while the president dusted his clothes. "It is nothing they have tried again," the latter remarked. "Still, it looks as if Galdar felt himself stronger than I thought. Now, with your permission, I will go and give some orders."

We can't tell what may have happened afterwards and there was more wind than I liked. He'll be here on time, if he's been able to keep the old boat off the ground." "Time is getting short. I expect the rebels have found out we're not at the port and Galdar will have the road watched when the news gets to the town.

"However, I was going to tell you " He narrated what Olsen had said and Alvarez looked thoughtful. "Galdar must be nearly ready; he has been quicker than I imagined. What are you going to do about the steamer?" "I'll wait until tomorrow. If my uncle is well enough, he must decide." "But if he is no better?" Alvarez asked. Kit gave him a level glance.

"Galdar was somewhere behind that deed, although I do not see his object yet," Adam remarked. "The people liked Maccario and his removal cleared the ground. My enemy is cunning and, I think, did not mean to force a conflict until my friends had gone. Now there are not many left and the time has come. Morales died of poison, Diaz of snake-bite, and Vinoles was shot by a curious accident.

And I would not like you to suffer because you are honest, and have chosen the losing side." "Ah," said Kit, "you think our side will lose?" Francisca moved her fan, as if to indicate Galdar, who stood in the moonlight near the fountain. He was smiling urbanely and a number of men and women had gathered about him. Kit knew they were people of importance.

"In fact, if I was holding a clerk's job on the other side, I'd consider if it wouldn't pay me to change." Kit imagined this was a cautious feeler, made to find out if he could be bought, but he smiled. "If Galdar does win, he won't have much to give his friends." "He certainly won't have much money," Olsen agreed.

Early in the afternoon we steamed past Galdar and La Guia, rival villages famed for cheeses on the north-western coast of lumpy Grand Canary, sheets of habitation gleaming white at the feet of their respective brown montanetas.