"
Condy had no need to wait for Blix's report. The demonstration
came far too quickly for that. The red-headed man at his loud
declaration merely glanced in the direction of the chromo and
returned to his enchellados. But he of the black mustache
followed Condy's glance, noted the picture of which he spoke, and
snorted contemptuously. They even heard him mutter beneath his
mustache:
"BARKENTINE your eye!"
"No doubt as to which is the captain now," whispered Condy so soon
as the other had removed from him a glance of withering scorn.
They could hardly restrain their gayety; but their gravity
promptly returned when Blix kicked Condy's foot under the table
and murmured: "He's looking at his watch, the captain is. K. D.
B. isn't here yet, and the red-headed man, the coincidence, is.
We MUST get rid of him. Condy, can't you think of something?"
"Well, he won't go till he's through his supper, you can depend
upon that. If he's here when K. D. B. arrives, it will spoil
everything. She wouldn't stay a moment. She wouldn't even come
in."
"Isn't it disappointing? And I had so counted upon bringing these
two together! And Captain Jack is a nice man!"
"You can see that with one hand tied behind you," whispered Condy.
"The other chap's tough."
"Looks just like the kind of man to get into jail sooner or
later."
"Maybe he's into some mischief now; you never can tell. And the
Mexican quarter of San Francisco is just the place for 'affairs.
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