"Yew don't say!" he jeered.  "Waal, I guess yew'll have to fight for her afore you git her.  And yew'll have to find her afore yew can fight for her, won't yew, sonny?  And p'rhaps that won't be so very difficult, a'ter all, for when I next see my friend Rodriguez--that's the cap'n of the _Preciosa_--I'll tell him that yew're out arter him, and maybe he'll lay for yew; for Rodriguez hates the Britishers 'most as bad as I do, and I'm sure he'd enjy blowin' _El Caiman_ outer the water now that she's fallen into yewr hands.  He and Morillo was great friends; and I reckon he'll feel bound to avenge Morillo's loss.  Yes; I'll tell him, for sure.  And I'll also tell all the others on the Coast to keep a bright look-out for the brigantine.  Waal, so long, stranger.  I'm bound for the Congo, if yew're anyways anxious to know."