Take him away, sergeant, and see that he is well guarded.

If you let him escape I will hang you in his stead." Despite our bonds Carmen and I contrived to shake hands, or rather, touch fingers, for it was little more.
"We shall meet again." I whispered.

"If I had known that he would not take your parole I would not have given mine.

Let courage be our watchword.
_Hasta manana!_" "Pray take a seat, Senor Fortescue, and we will have a talk about old times in Spain.

Allow me to offer you a cigar--I beg your pardon, I was forgetting that my fellows had tied you up.