Within it is enclosed the future of your own folks." Toni looked with astonished eyes at the light scrap of paper which he held between his fingers.
"I know you," continued Ferragut.

"You are going to protest at the quantity.

What to me is insignificant, to you will appear excessive....
Do not open the envelope until you are in our country.

In it you will find the name of the bank to which you must go.

I wish you to be the richest man in your village that your sons may remember Captain Ferragut when he is dead." The mate made a gesture of protest before this possible death, and at the same time rubbed his eyes as though he felt in them an intolerable itching.
Ulysses continued his instructions.