You will slip from us again." "I shall certainly try," said Ned hopefully.
"It is bound to come true," said Almonte.

"All the omens point that way." Ned smiled.

Almonte, young, brilliant and generous, had made him almost feel as if he were a guest and not a prisoner.

He did not discern in him that underlying strain of Spanish cruelty, which passion might bring to the surface at any moment.

It might be due to his youth, or it might be due to his American education.
"We march in an hour," said Almonte.