We ain't agoin' to try any other way, not so long as _I'm_ skipper," and he looked with brutal frankness at De Sylva and the anxious but uncomprehending San Benavides.
The ex-President knew what he meant; even in his despondency he resented the implied slur on his good faith.
"You cannot examine the boat until darkness sets in," he said.

"Then you will find out how frail a foundation you are building on.

It is absolutely ridiculous to assume that she can be made seaworthy.

Her occupants would be drowned before they were clear of the islands." "In any case, I refuse to go," said Iris.
De Sylva smiled gloomily.
"You are courageous, senhora, and, in some respects, you are wise," he said.

"Yet.