There was no one in the main cabin, although a cat lay asleep on one of the chairs, and after a moment's hesitancy, I followed the beckoning steward, who rapped with his knuckles on one of the side doors.

Estada's voice answered.
"Who is it ?" "Gunsaules, Senor; I have with me the sailor." "Open the door, and let him in; I would see him here.

Come inside, Gates." His eyes surveyed us both in the narrow opening.

"That will be all Juan; no one is to be admitted until I tell you--and, 'twill be well for you to remain by the stairs on guard, you understand ?" "Si, Senor." "Another thing," sternly, "don't let me catch you listening outside the door; if I do God have mercy on you." "Si, Senor." I stepped inside, doubtful enough of what all this might mean, yet quite prepared to accept of any chance it might offer.

Gunsaules closed the door softly, but I had already visioned the apartment in all its details.