FAIRFAX SPEAKS WITH ME Sanchez drew a chair into the slight shade cast by the mainsail, and induced his reluctant companion to sit down.

He remained bending over her, with his back turned toward us chattering away, although she only answered in monosyllables, seldom glancing up into his face.

With hands gripping the spokes of the wheel, and my attention concentrated on the course ahead, I could yet notice how closely Fairfax was observing the two, with no pleasant expression in his eyes, and, forgetful that I was merely a servant, I ventured a question.
"You have known Senor Sanchez for some time, sir ?" He started in surprise, yet answered as though the unexpected query had been merely an echo of his own thoughts.
"No," he admitted frankly.

"Indeed I hardly know how it happened that I invited him to join our party.

It seemed natural enough then, but lately I confess to having taken a dislike to the fellow, and have begun to imagine that he even pushed his way on me.