“We ought to raise the coast before it’s dark and I reckon Mayne will get his bearings,” he remarked.  “The lagoon’s a blamed awkward place to enter and I’d have waited until to-morrow only that Don Hernando is expecting us.”

“It will save us a day if we can get in, since you want to land the B. F. cargo in the dark,” Kit said thoughtfully.  “We pay high wages and the Rio Negro is an expensive boat to run.”

“That’s so,” Adam agreed with a smile.  “You talk like a Cumberland flock-master.  Counting every cent you spend is a safe plan, but I don’t know that this trip will pan out much of a business proposition.”

“Do you feel better for your sleep?” Kit asked.

“Some, though I’ve got a headache and a pain in my back.  Guess they’ll shake off when I get to work.”

“I was surprised when you said you meant to sail with us.”

“So I imagined,” Adam rejoined dryly.  “You wondered why I didn’t, as usual, trust you to deliver the goods?  Well, there’s rather more to this job than that, and I meant to put you wise before we landed.  You have heard me called a pirate, but I don’t reckon on taking home much plunder now.”

Kit mused while Adam beckoned a mulatto steward, who brought him a glass and some ice.  His uncle’s character was complex.  Sometimes he was hard and exacted all that was his; sometimes he was rashly generous.  Ostensibly, he was a merchant, shipping tools and machines, particularly supplies for sugar mills, to the countries round the Caribbean, and taking payment in native produce.  Kit, however, knew the cases landed from the Rio Negro did not always hold the goods the labels stated, and that Adam’s money sometimes helped to float an unpopular government over a crisis and sometimes to turn another out.  It was a risky business, carried on with people who had a talent for dark revolutionary intrigue.

“Since Don Hernando Alvarez is president of the republic, I don’t quite see why we need smuggle in his machine-guns,” Kit remarked.

“On the surface, the reason isn’t very obvious.  Alvarez is president now, but mayn’t be very long.  It depends on whether he or his rival, Galdar, gets his blow in first.  I reckon the chances are against Alvarez if Galdar puts up a fight, but the latter’s not ready yet and Alvarez means to arm his troops before the fellow knows.  I imagine about half the citizens are plotters and spies.”

“Alvarez has been honest so far.  I suppose if he wins he’ll pay?”

“That’s so,” said Adam dryly.  “If he goes down, we get nothing.  Although I don’t know much about his ancestors and suspect that one was an Indian, Alvarez is white, but the other fellow’s a blamed poor sample of the half-breed nigger.  Well, when Alvarez found things were going wrong, he sent for me.”

“Ah,” said Kit in a thoughtful voice, “I begin to understand.”

He did understand, although he would not have done so when he met his uncle first.  He had known Adam play the part of a merciless creditor, and thought few men could beat him at a bargain, but he kept his bargain when it was made, and now and then risked his money on lost causes.  It looked as if he had inherited something from Christopher the Jacobite.