CHAPTER XV
MONIZ SINGS
CHESTER awoke next morning with a bad headache, an intense thirst, and a full realization of the fact that he had made a fool of himself. He went ashore, in none too sweet a temper, to settle the terms of partnership with Moniz, who artfully suggested that they should crack a bottle together in celebration of the event. On one pretext and another the Portuguese postponed the discussion of business until he judged Chester's mood was softened, and then, producing pen and paper, began to draw up an agreement.
"I'll provide you with stores," he said, biting the end of the pen. "That'll be my share; and stores cost a pile of money, let me tell you. But the plantation is a bad speculation. I may lose all my money, so I shall want half of the crops."
Chester Trent rose unsteadily, his face suddenly drawn and haggard.
"I'll give you a third—not more. That is fair," he said.
"I've told you my terms," declared the Portuguese with a steely glitter in his eyes.
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