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CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER VIII “ It’s all right, skipper, it’s all right,” Henry assured the breed captain, who, standing on the beach with them, seemed loath to say farewell and pull back to the Angelique adrift half a mile away in the dead calm which had fallen on Juchitan Inlet. “ It is what we call a diversion,” Francis explained. “That is a nice word— diversion . And it is even nicer when you see it work.” “ But if it don’t work,” Captain Trefethen protested, “then will it spell a confounded word, which I may name as catastrophe .” “ That is what happened to the Dolores when we tangled her propeller,” Henry laughed. “But we do not know the meaning of that word. We use diversion instead. The proof that it will work is that we are leaving Senor Solano’s two sons with you. Alva
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