THE STEAM-SHOVEL MAN
"I do not think so harshly of you as I did. War is a cruel game, and you are too old a dog to learn new tricks, I suppose. You ought to have been caught young and tamed. I believe you had a notion of befriending the Goodwin lad."
"Thank you, Devlin. It has been a good many years since any man said as decent a thing as that about me." The fallen soldier of fortune looked his gratitude, and his face was more eloquent than his words.
A long silence fell between them. Each man was busy with his own thoughts. It was broken by Devlin.
"Quesada will not dare to knock Goodwin on the head and throw him into the bay, will he? He thinks he has kidnapped the lad without anybody's knowledge. And he has reason enough for getting rid of him."
"No. You need have no fear of that. He may plan nothing worse than to maroon him in the jungle of San Salvador."
"It would be as bad as death for the boy, and his right arm is useless."
Through the seaward windows they heard the
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