"As soon as Sarréo heard this, the poor fellow almost began to cry, and said, 'I told you, Mr. Warby, I no steal that money.'
"'No, Sarréo, I know you didn't--that is, I knew it when the steward owned up to stealing it; and told us afterward that he took twenty dollars out of the bag, and, seeing your chest lying open in the deck-house, he slipped in when no one was about and put the money among the clothes at the bottom.'
"Sarréo sighed, pleased-like, and then his brown face lit up.
"The big supercargo came a bit nearer to him, and then held out his hand.
"'Look here, Sarréo! The day before yesterday I was wrong, but you got my blood up; and I am sorry, very sorry, for the wrong I did you on board the Manola; but so help me God, Sarréo, I did not fire at you.'
"Sarréo's eyes seemed to look right through the white man; then they turned towards the skipper and me.