"Perto Cortez, if we can make that port safely; if not then somewhere along the coast between there and Trupillo.

There will be signals." I leaned forward, startled out of my self-restraint.

"Honduras! Good Lord! what are you--a filibuster ?" "Hardly," with a short laugh.

"That is too dangerous a job, and not money enough in it.

I prefer to do my revoluting through others, and cop the swag.