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rowed off to the Angelique with orders from his visitor to the skipper to stay at anchor. Francis slept until late in the morning of the following day.

      “Let me tell you an interesting story,” Francis said to Henry. “Day before yesterday, I rowed ashore over on the mainland. The moment I landed, the prettiest girl in the world dragged me away into the jungle. I thought she was going to eat me or marry me. I didn’t know which. Then she passed uncomplimentary remarks on my mustache and pushed me back to the boat with a revolver. She told me never come back.”

      “Where on the mainland was this?” Henry demanded.

      “The other end of Chiriqui Lagoon,” Francis replied. “It was the ground of the Solano family, I learned; and they are a tough family. But I haven’t told you all. Listen. First she dragged me into the jungle and insulted my mustache; next she chased me to the boat with a drawn revolver; and then she wanted to know why I didn’t kiss her.”

      “And did you?” Henry demanded.

      “What could a poor stranger in a strange land do? The girl was very pretty.”

      “Oh, my God! That was Leoncia![34]” Henry said angrily.

      “What if it was Leoncia? Or Mercedes? Or Dolores? Can’t a fellow kiss a pretty girl?”

      “You see, this pretty girl is engaged to marry the ruffian in the dirty canvas pants!”

      “She took me for you,[35]” Francis said. “And your Leoncia pulled her little revolver on a long-bearded old fellow who wanted to kill me.”

      “It was her father, old Enrico[36] himself,” Henry exclaimed. “And the other chaps were her brothers.”

      “By the way, Henry, since they all thought it was you, and not I, why did they want to kill you?”

      Henry looked at him a moment, and then answered.

      “I quarreled with her uncle. He was her father’s youngest brother.”

      “Was?” interrupted Francis.

      “Was, I said,” Henry nodded. “He isn’t now. His name was Alfaro Solano,[37] and one day we quarreled. It was in the little town over there San Antonio.[38] He always was looking for trouble with me, he didn’t want me to marry Leoncia, you see. He insulted me all right, and we promised to kill each other. Our threats were heard by many people. Within two hours the Comisario[39] himself and two gendarmes found Alfaro’s body in a back street in the town. He was killed. I haven’t been back in San Antonio since. Alfaro was very popular, and everybody is sure that I killed him. In Bocas del Toro, a messenger from Leoncia delivered back the engagement ring. I didn’t dare go back, so I came over here to dig for Morgan’s treasure… I wonder who killed Alfaro. If ever I find him, then I clear myself with Leoncia and the rest of the Solanos and there isn’t a doubt in the world that there’ll be a wedding.”

      “Hmm,” Francis murmured. “No wonder her father and brothers wanted to kill me. Why, the more I look at you, the more I see we’re as like as two peas, except for my mustache-”

      “And for this…” Henry rolled up his sleeve, and on the left forearm showed a long, thin white scar. “I got that when I was a boy. I fell oft a windmill.”

      “Now listen to me,” Francis said. “I shall help you. You stay here, while I go back and explain things to Leoncia and her people.”

      “If only they don’t shoot you first before you can explain you are not I,” Henry muttered bitterly. “That’s the trouble with those Solanos. They shoot first and talk afterward.”

      “I’ll take a chance, old man,” Francis wanted to clear up the distressing situation between Henry and the girl.

      But the thought of her perplexed him. That lovely creature belonged to the man who looked so much like him! He saw again the vision of her on the beach. He sighed involuntarily.

      “Leoncia is an exceedingly pretty girl,” Francis said. “Where’s that ring she returned? If I don’t put it on her finger for you and be back here in a week with the good news, you can cut off my mustache along with my ears.”

      An hour later, Captain sent a boat to the beach from the Angelique. The two young men said good-bye.

      “Just two things more, Francis. First, and I forgot to tell you, Leoncia is not a Solano at all, though she thinks she is. Alfaro told me himself. She is an adopted child, Alfaro said she wasn’t Spanish at all. I don’t even know whether she’s English or American. You see, she was adopted when she was a baby, and she’s never known anything else than that Enrico is her father.”

      “And no wonder she scorned and hated me for you,” Francis laughed, “She believes that you killed her uncle.”

      Henry nodded, and went on.

      “The other thing is fairly important. And that’s the law. Or the absence of it, rather. They make it whatever they want it. It’s a long way to Panama,[40] and the Jefe Politico[41] at San Antonio is a very sly man. He’s the little czar of that land, and he’s a real scoundrel, believe me. He’s as cruel and blood-thirsty as a weasel. And his only delight is an execution.[42] He adores hanging. And, well, so long. And half of whatever I find on the Bull is yours… and please get that ring back on Leoncia’s finger.”

* * *

      Two days later, after the news that all the men of Leoncia’s family were away, Francis had himself landed on the beach where he had first met her. As Francis scrawled on a sheet of paper from his notebook, “I am the man whom you mistook for Henry Morgan, and I have a message for you from him,” he heard Leoncia’s cry. Note and pencil fell to the sand as he sprang toward the direction of the cry. Soon he saw her. Leoncia’s face was colorless.

      “What is it?” Francis demanded. “Are you hurt? What’s happened?”

      She pointed at her bare knee with two tiny drops of blood.

      “It was a viperine,” she said. “A deadly viperine. I shall be a dead woman in five minutes, and I am glad, glad, for then my heart will be tormented no more by you.”

      She sank down in a faint.

      Francis pulled out his handkerchief and tied it loosely around her leg above the knee. Next, he opened the small blade of his pocket-knife, burned it with several matches, and cut carefully into the two lacerations made by the snake’s fangs.

      The girl began to move restlessly. “Lie down,” he commanded, as she sat up.

      At the same instant the Indian lad ran out of the jungle, swinging a small dead snake by the tail and crying:

      “Labarri![43] Labarri!”

      At which Francis assumed the worst.

      “Lie down, and be quiet!” he repeated harshly. “You haven’t a second to lose.”

      But watched only the dead snake.

      “You dare!” she threatened him. “It’s only a baby labarri, and its bite is harmless. I thought it was a viperine. They look alike when the labarri is small.”

      The constriction of the circulation by the tourniquet pained her, and she glanced down and discovered his handkerchief knotted around her leg.

      “Oh, what have you done? It was only a baby labarri,” she reproached him.

      “You told me it was a viperine,” he retorted.

      She

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