[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER XVI 12/13
I merely return to our camp, and will be back presently, if naught unpleasant occur." "Our camp? You deliberately venture your life, and ours as well, from mere bravado ?" "_Bravado_! _Sacre_! you do wrong to use such term.
'T is of far greater moment than that--I seek the curling iron I have just missed from out my toilet-bag.
I mind me now I laid it beside the tree while I slept." Before I could recover speech to stay him, he vanished into the thick cane.
It was a difficult task to make the practical-headed old Puritan comprehend the nature of his quest, and when it slowly dawned upon him for what trivial matter the Frenchman undertook so desperate a journey, there came across his seamed and withered face so odd a look of complete disgust, I laughed outright in my nervousness, discovering some slight response in the amused eyes or Madame.
It proved a good hour before the Chevalier returned, somewhat bedraggled of attire, yet with his prize dangling at the belt, and dropped wearily upon a seat within the boat. "'Tis time to move," he answered, responding to my look of inquiry. "They were at the camp when I left; and appeared in ill humor, from what little I could understand of their Spanish mouthings.
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