"Mr. Robinson is looking after him," said Jack's sister, "and he'll
do all that is necessary. Besides, I don't believe that man is the
one Inez thinks he is. She isn't quite so sure as she was; are you?"
"No, Senorita. And yet--I know not why but I am of a fear about
him."
"Don't you worry--I'll look out for you!" said Jack, taking her hand,
which Inez, with a pretty blush, hastily snatched away from him.
The pilot was "dropped," and then began the real voyage of about
fifteen hundred miles to San Juan. It was destined to be uneventful,
so we shall not concern ourselves with it, except to say that though
Mr. Robinson kept a close watch on Senor Ramo, he could detect
nothing that could connect him with the imprisonment of the father of
Inez. If the coffee merchant were in any way responsible, he
betrayed no sign of it, not even when Mr. Robinson, in conversation
with him, introduced the name of Senor Ralcanto. So, unless the fat
man was an excellent actor, it was decided Inez had been mistaken.
She herself, however, would not admit this, and continued to believe
the man an enemy of her family. She avoided meeting him, and when
she saw him on deck, she went back to her stateroom.
The weather had been cold, sharp and rather dreary on leaving New
York, and warm clothing and coats were in demand. But in a day or so
the balmy winds of the south began to make themselves felt, and the
travelers were glad to don lighter clothing.
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