bill, and walked out. Wondering what I was up to my chums followed.
Taking a notebook from my pocket I scribbled the following:
"Mr. Palmer: Please come outside at once. A friend wants to see you in private for a few minutes. Please don't let the Spaniard know of this."
This I tore from the book, folded up, and addressed to Mr. Palmer. Then I hailed a passing native boy and asked him to deliver it in the restaurant. "Here is a quarter," I said. "Give it to Mr. Palmer and to nobody else. He is a tall man with a black mustache and beard."
"Yes, sir," answered the young Kanaka readily, and ran off with the agility of a New York street arab. Catching my friends by the arm, I led them around a convenient corner and there we waited impatiently.
Soon we saw the boy emerge from the restaurant. Mr. John Palmer followed, looking up and down the street in a questioning way. As soon as Dan could catch his eye he waved him over to us.
"We are strangers to you, sir," said Dan, without hesitation. "But we saw you in company with Señor Ramon Delverez, and we think it our
