At the very moment that our friends are eagerly awaiting us on board the ship we may be lying dead on the island.

The notion is preposterous.

Be guided by me, Dom Corria, and decline to have anything to do with it.

Better still, let these English boors promise to forget that we are alive; then Marcel can guide them to the landing-place, where they will be shot speedily and comfortably.

There is no sense in sacrificing the girl.