In his trouser-pocket he had four Mexican dollars, and some cosmopolitan change of small value.
"It's not very much," he muttered to himself after he had counted it, "but it ought to be sufficient for the business in hand.

If I hadn't been fool enough to listen to that Frenchwoman on board, I shouldn't have played cards, and then it would have been double.

Why the deuce wasn't I able to get Monsieur ashore?
In that case I'd have got it all back, or I'd have known the reason why." The idea seemed to afford him some satisfaction, for he smiled, and then said to himself as if in terms of approbation, "By Jove, I believe you, my boy!" When he had counted his money and had returned it once more to its hiding-place, he buckled the belt round his person and unstrapped his valise, taking from it a black _Tussa_ coat which he exchanged for that hanging upon the handle of the door.

Then he lighted a Java cigar and sat down upon the bed to think.

Taken altogether, his was not a prepossessing countenance.