"The mountains seem to be very nice," observed Leander, dryly. "We are taking a look around, too."
"Indeed! Found anything of special interest?"
"No."
"It's a beastly island, and I shan't stay here long." Joseph Farvel staggered to his feet. "My head swims like a top!"
"I would remain resting for awhile," said Leander. "You are not strong enough yet."
"My boy, you don't know me. I'm stronger than you think for." The sufferer turned to Carlos Remora. "How far to Caguas?"
"Less than two miles, señor."
"I can easily make that before noon, and I might as well travel before it gets too hot."
"You may be attacked again," said Leander.
"I'll be on my guard, and if I am, I'll shoot the rascal. I am much obliged for what you did for me."
"That's all right."
"Always ready to help a gentleman in distress," observed Danny, with a wink behind Farvel's back at Leander.
"That's all right. So you are bound for the mountains. Beware of the holes, or caves, as some of the natives call them!"
"We have this man with us as a guide," said Leander.
