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Pablo plunged in and we followed in single file. 

 Pablo knew just how to fold up his legs in front 

 and escape further wetting, but, after all, there is 

 no superlative to wet. 



Arrived at the tienda we were surprised to find 

 Lesmes awaiting us with a pilot. It appeared 

 he had been worrying about our finding the way 

 through the reef, when we should finally start for 

 the schooner at Bahia Honda. Yielding to the 

 impulse of rescuing us from a possible danger he 

 secured a local pilot and in a tiny little craft had 

 put back to Mulata to accompany us "home." 

 We appreciated the kindly feelings that had 

 prompted his actions. 



In the evening Pablo extended us an invitation 

 to visit his mother and sister at their finca near by. 

 There our suspicions about Pablo were verified. 

 He was not the ordinary campesino that we had 

 been justified in expecting but, on the contrary, 

 a man of education and world experience. His 

 acting as a guide and mozo for us had been but 

 a lark which he had thoroughly enjoyed. We 

 glanced at each other apprehensively at thought 

 of Pablo having possibly understood more of 

 our English than he had admitted. We had 



