Hillyard might be the mad Englishman, the loco Ingles! But to be reckoned by one of them as one of them--here was an insidious flattery which no one of Jose Medina's upbringing could possibly resist.
At nightfall they drove down across the road on to the beach.

A rowing-boat was waiting, and Medina's manager from Alicante beside the boat on the sand.

The cases were quickly transferred from the car to the boat.
"We will take charge of the car," said Jose to his manager, and he stepped into the boat, and sat down beside Hillyard.

"This is my adventure.

I see it through to the end," he explained.
A mile away the felucca picked them up.