Sparrow wished to be a spy, not a fool. Hiding below, she needed to gather new information for Salvador. She doubted Clara would try to collect any intelligence to help the Mexican governor. Clara was dancing.
“Take a blanket, miss,” the launch pilot said, taking pity on Sparrow. “Look up, you can see the gunpowder barrels.” He pointed out the portholes in the lower deck. “Six big guns on each side. Big guns like those could shoot a cannonball way up to the governor’s house, I imagine.”
Sparrow had taken no notice of this man all day, yet now, it was clear he could provide valuable information. “Is that so? Tell me more.” She listened intently to this fellow, who claimed he’d once been on a big Spanish warship, shared many other things. She committed the information to memory to report to Salvador. At last, she had solid information to share about the governor’s enemies.
She looked up at the ship in alarm when it occurred to her the Americans might even use the party to attempt their overthrow of the Mexican governor.
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