"On that night you were certainly with me! No, let me think! There were five men, yes, five and a boy from Valencia--Martin." He pronounced the word in the Spanish way as Marteen.
"Who led the horse in the first cart," said Hillyard, and he pointed to his visiting card which Jose Medina still held in his hand.

Jose Medina read it again.
"Marteen Hillyard." He came close to Hillyard, and looked in his eyes, and at the shape of his features, and at the colour of his hair.

"Yes, it is the little Marteen," he cried, "and now the little Marteen swings into Palma in his great steam yacht.

Dios, what a change!" "And Jose Medina owns two hundred motor-feluccas and employs eighteen thousand men," answered Hillyard.
Jose Medina held out his hand suddenly with a great burst of cordial, intimate laughter.
"Yes, we were companions in those days.

You helped me to drive my carts up into the mountains.