There is dry land in plenty beyond the fringe of reeds." "_Saprista_! there may be, as there may be water in Hell, but I 'll never tangle my boat amid that mass of cane to make its discovery.

Let the frog-eaters have it, say I; the saints bless them.

Come, pull away sharply, lads, and we'll see what the shore-line looks like above." The sound of dipping oars instantly increased in rapidity.
"You are one pig-headed fool of an officer, Senor," snarled the sharp voice contemptuously.
"Mother of God!" roared the other, enraged.

"Speak so again, you dog of a French priest, and even your gray robe will not save you from tasting the mud at the bottom.

Do you want to know what I think of you?
Well, I 'll tell you, you snivelling, drunken singer of paternosters--you did more to help that fellow escape than you 'd care to have known.