I would urge you to select the boat--in preference.

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." Marcel, the Brazilian who had come to tell them of the drifting life-boat, turned away from the mouth of the cavern, and scrambled down the ravine.
"Wot's 'e after ?" demanded Coke, suddenly suspicious.
"He and Domingo are keeping a lookout," said De Sylva.

"If the soldiers intend to visit us we should at least be warned.

The boat is hidden among the rocks on the landward side," he added, not without a touch of scorn.
"That man has taught us our own duty," cried Iris.