Chivey were not quite dead? What of that? How could
he follow you? He has no funds. The only money he possessed I have now
in my strong box under my bed."

Chivey was staggered.

"Is Murray going to bolt, and leave me in the power of this old
villain, I wonder," he muttered.

He broke off in his speculations, for the notary was babbling something
again.

"'The Mogador,'" muttered the old man, speaking more thickly than
before as the opiate began to make itself felt; "the captain is called
Gonzales. You have only to mention the name of Senor Velasquez, and he
will treat you well. He knows me."

He muttered a few more words which grew more and more incoherent each
instant.

Then he lay back motionless as a log.

The opium held him fast in its power.

"Now for the box," exclaimed the tiger, excitedly.

Chivey tore open the box, and lifting up some musty old deeds and
parchments, he feasted his eyes upon a mine of wealth.

A pile of gold.

Bright glittering pieces of every size and country.

And beside it thick bundles of paper money.

"Gold is uncommonly pretty," said the tiger, "but the notes packs the
closest."

Bundle after bundle he stowed away about his person, regularly padding
his chest under his shirt.

"Now for a trifle of loose cash," he said, coolly.

So saying, he dropped about sixty or seventy gold pieces into his
breeches pocket.

His waistcoat pockets he stuffed full also.

Then he pushed back the box into its place under the bed.

"The old man still sleeps," he said to himself, looking round at the
bed.

He was in a rare good humour with himself.

"Ha, ha! I am rich now," said Chivey. "Thank you, old senor, you have
done me a good turn. May you sleep long."

He gave a final glance about him and made off.

* * * *

A distant church clock tolled the hour of midnight as he gained the
seashore.

He was in luck.

Not a soul did he encounter until he reached the beach, when he came
upon two sailors, launching a rowing boat.

"'Mogador?'" he said, in a tone of inquiry.

"_Si_, senor."

"That's your sort," said Chivey. "I want to see Captain Gonzales."

"Come with us, then," said one of the sailors.

"Rather," responded the tiger; "off we dive; whip 'em up, tickle him
under the flank, and we're there in a common canter."

The sailors both understood a little of English.

In very little time they were standing on the deck of t