In the light of a flare, Mr. Everdail perused the pages.Oh, no! declared Larry. Jeff is a good pilot. Hed never leave anything that could shift about and cause trouble.When the boat touched the wharf Sandy was a tiny figure moving with careful strokes through the water, screened by the amphibian as he swam for a sandy outcrop of the shore not far beyond the flying craft.
"How do you know this?"I dont know, Jeff spoke dubiously, uncertainly. Weve gone over all the things we can think of that might go wrongbutWell, he reflected, its something, now, anyway. We can look for a Frenchmanand learn if theres one named Gaston."The Sun and the Darkness and the Winds were all listening. He promised to pay me dos reales each day. To prove to you that I am now telling the truth,[Pg 269] here is what he wrote for me." He held it out to Cairness, a dirty scrap of wrapping-paper scrawled over with senseless words.
