But pride restrained him and he did not utter it.

What would his guards think if they heard him shout like a madman?
He remained silent, his eyes fixed upon the light; the boat went on, but the prisoner thought only of Mercedes.

An intervening elevation of land hid the light.

Dantes turned and perceived that they had got out to sea.
While he had been absorbed in thought, they had shipped their oars and hoisted sail; the boat was now moving with the wind.
In spite of his repugnance to address the guards, Dantes turned to the nearest gendarme, and taking his hand,-- "Comrade," said he, "I adjure you, as a Christian and a soldier, to tell me where we are going.

I am Captain Dantes, a loyal Frenchman, thought accused of treason; tell me where you are conducting me, and I promise you on my honor I will submit to my fate." The gendarme looked irresolutely at his companion, who returned for answer a sign that said, "I see no great harm in telling him now," and the gendarme replied,-- "You are a native of Marseilles, and a sailor, and yet you do not know where you are going ?" "On my honor, I have no idea." "Have you no idea whatever ?" "None at all." "That is impossible." "I swear to you it is true.