, "but I know who did,
and I know where the Senorita is."

"Indeed, you seem to think, young man, that you know a good deal.
Suppose I were to put the matter in the hands of the police?"

"Just as you like," responded Jim, "there is my address if you want me.
You can find me there any time. I think," turning to Berwick, "there is
nothing more to be gained here."

"There doesn't seem to be," replied Berwick.

"Then don't waste any more of my time," said the lawyer sharply.
"Wickham," to the clerk, "you can show these gentlemen," with a sneering
emphasis on "the gentlemen," "out."

Thus curtly dismissed, Jim and his companion made their way to the
street.

As soon as they had gone, the lawyer hastily wrote upon a sheet of
paper:

"Look out for a young fool who calls himself James Darlington, and knows
more than is good for him," to which he added the initials W. H. R. and
calling Wickham into the room gave it to him with orders to see that it
be delivered at the address given, where it would come into the hands of
Captain Broome at once.

This done, Mr. Reynolds leaned back in his chair, and began whistling
softly.

"I think, Mr. James Darlington, that a voyage with Captain Broome might
teach you not to meddle in other people's affairs," he said to himself,
with an ugly expression on his face.

The message reached its destination within a few minutes after it had
been sent, and was in the hands of Captain Broome in less than half an
hour.

"Ha!" snorted Broome, when he read it. "I think I can take care of him.
Hey, Manuel," to a swarthy Mexican dwarf, who was with him. "That Jim
Darlington is making trouble again. Get on his trail so I can catch
him."

"Si, Senor," replied the Mexican with an ugly grin. "Shall I give him
the knife?"

"No," responded Broome, vindictively, "I want him alive."

CHAPTER IV.

BUFFETED.

"I don't know how you feel, chief," remarked Jim, when the two were out
on the street again, "but it strikes me that, as we have something of a
busy day ahead of us, and don't know just where we shall bring up, it
wouldn't be a bad plan to make sure of some lunch now."

"I don't see any objection to it," replied the engineer.

"Didn't think you would," answered Jim with a laugh. "Never knew you to
refuse a meal yet. If I remember rightly there's a restaurant just
around the corner where we can get something to eat and get a chance to
map out our plans. The cooking isn't quite u