and they passed into a restaurant and wine shop not far from the trim-appearing post-office building.
"As I'm a bit hungry myself, I guess we can have a bite to eat, too," said Oliver, with a wink in his eye, and I could not help but laugh. But then I grew serious.
"Be careful," I whispered. "Spaniards are great for striking one a blow in the dark. I found that out when I was down in Cuba."
"I never travel without my pistol—now," was the significant return. The warlike times all of us had met with had made the carrying of a concealed weapon seem like a very common thing.
"All of us know the Spaniards thoroughly," finished Dan. "This way," and he led the way to a side table. Close at hand was a large post, ornamented by flowers and a hanging banner, and this hid us pretty well from the table Ramon Delverez and the Americans had selected.
A waiter soon presented himself, from whom we ordered some ice-cream and cakes. The man had previously received the order of the other party and now left us to ourselves.
"Here is the whole scheme in detail," said Delverez, unfolding a legal-looking document. "I had it inspected by an American lawyer living in this city, so I am certain it is correct. You cannot lose by the investment."
