"Have you any cigarettes?
A milrei[2] for a cigarette!" "But listen, senhor.

Why not take off your uniform and dress in my clothes?
You can cut off your mustaches, and wear a mantilha over your face, and we will keep you here until there is a chance of reaching a ship.

Certainly that is better than being shot." He glanced at Iris.

Vanity being his first consideration, it is probable that he would have refused to be made ridiculous in her eyes, had not a knock on the door galvanized him into a fever of fright.

He sprang up and glared wildly around for some means of eluding the threatened scrutiny of a search party.