Date, place, hour, all were correct.

His eyes were fixed curiously upon his visitor, but there was no recognition in them.
"There were two carts waiting, to carry the tobacco up to the hills." "Two ?" Jose Medina interrupted sharply.

"Let me think! That first cargo! It is so long ago." Medina reflected carefully.

Here was a detail of real importance which would put this Senor Hillyard to the test--if only he could himself remember.

It was his first venture, yes! But there had been so many like to it since.