By that time, say, in a day or two, the excitement will have died down, the news of your escape will be cabled to England, you will be sent to the coast on the Government steamer, and you can travel home by the next mail." "That sounds very simple--and European," she said, and the pathetic sarcasm was not lost on him.
"It is reasonable enough.

Unfortunately for us, all the bother centers round Senhor De Sylva, to whom we owe our lives.

He is outside at the moment, showing our skipper the lay of the land before the light fails, so I am free to speak plainly.

When he is dead there will be no further trouble, till the next revolution.

But why endeavor to look ahead when seeing is impossible?
At present, what really presses is the necessity that you should eat and drink.