It may be that we've taken Alvarez's own private boat." Sol opened the locker again, and held up a curiously shaped stone jug, which he contemplated for a few moments.

Then he took out the stopper, smelled the contents, and looked appreciatively at his comrade.
"Henry," he said, "I'm going to risk it." "It's no risk." Sol turned the jug up to his lips, took a mouthful, which he held for a moment or two, and then swallowed.

After waiting a half minute he uttered a deep sigh of content, and rubbed his chest.
"It tasted good all the way down, Henry," he said.

"Here's something writ over the label, but I guess it's Spanish, another o' them useless tongues, an' so it tells nothin'." "Put it back," said Henry.

"It's some of those fancy liquors, but we'll keep it for times when we're wet or cold or tired out." "All right," said Sol, "an' here's three more little jugs like it." "What else do you find ?" asked Henry.
"Oh, look at these, will you!" exclaimed Sol, holding up two splendid double barreled duelling pistols of Spanish make.
"Now I'm sure that this is the boat of Alvarez himself," said Henry.