... been in Cuba or seen his uncle; but he had, as I have indicated, ruined himself
in one way or another in Spain, and it had come as a God-send to him when his
uncle had sent Tomas Castro to bring him to Cuba, to the town of Rio Medio.
“In Jamaica there is a merchant, a Seņor Ramon; I have letters to him, and he
shall find me a conveyance to Rio Medio, my uncle's town. He is an afiliado.” He
laughed again. “It is not easy to enter that place, Juanino.” There was certainly ...
He's found out the name of the place the pirates come from—Rio Medio. That's
the place, only he can't get in at it with his three-deckers. You saw his flagship?”
Rio Medio was the name of the town to which Carlos was going—which his uncle
“I know what Rio Medio is,” I said, not very loudly. “It is a nest of pirates.” Castro
crept towards me again on the points of his toes. “Seņor Don Juan Kemp, child of
the devil,” he hissed, looking very much frightened, “you must die!” I smiled.
But as for Rio Medio, I do not know the place.” He had a touch of irony in his
composed voice. “But it is very certain,” he went on, “that if your Government had
not recognized the belligerent rights of the rebellious colony of Mexico, there
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