"Santa Maria! have I not seen it tried often in ten years ?" "About his plan here?
He wrote you his purpose ?" "Not so much as a word; merely the order what to do.

Dios! he tells nothing, for he trusts no man.

A good thing that.

Yet I have my own thought, Manuel." "And what is that ?" The other hesitated, as though endeavoring to rearrange the idea in his own mind, and possibly doubtful of how much to confide to his companion.

When he finally replied his words came forth so swiftly I could scarcely grasp their meaning with my slight knowledge of the tongue.
"'Tis no more than that I make a guess, friend, yet I have been with the Captain for ten years now, and know his way.