At Gibraltar, with what was left of his two thousand pesetas and the credit which his manner gained him, he secured a cargo of tobacco.
"Gibraltar's a free port, you see," said Hillyard.

"Jose ran the cargo along the coast to Benicassim, a little watering-place with a good beach about thirty kilometres east of Valencia.

He ran the felucca ashore one dark night." Suddenly he stopped and smiled to himself.

"I expect Jose Medina's in prison now." "On the contrary," said Graham, "he's a millionaire." Hillyard stared.

Then he laughed.
"Well, those were the two alternatives for Jose Medina.