An International News Syndicate, he claimed.

But I know now that was just a stall.

I don't think there was any such thing.

There's a Mexican, Mateo, down where we kept the plane--" "Mateo--yes, we have Mateo." Captain Riley sat drumming his fingers gently on the table, studying Johnny with his chin dropped a little so that he looked up under his eyebrows, which grew long, unruly hairs here and there.
Johnny's eyes rounded with surprise.

He wanted to ask how they had come to suspect Mateo when they had seemed so unsuspicious, but he let it go.
"There's another one, named Schwab, over in Mexico where we always went," he divulged.