"If the Brazilians do not mean to play the game, it would be a just punishment to let them rush on their own doom.

But De Sylva may not agree with this fop of an officer, and, in any event, we must go straight with him until he shows his teeth." "You seem to dislike Captain San Benavides," she said inconsequently.
"I regard him as a brainless ass," he exclaimed.
"Somehow, that sounds like a description of a dead donkey, which one never sees." "Mademoiselle!" came a voice from the lip of the ravine.
"One can hear him, though," laughed Hozier, with a warning pressure that suspiciously resembled a hug.

These two were children, in some respects, quicker to jest than to grieve, better fitted for mirth than tragedy.
They moved out from their niche, and San Benavides blustered into vehement French.
"We are going to the landing-place before it is too dark," he muttered angrily.

"We must not show a light; in a few minutes the path will be most dangerous.

Please make haste, mademoiselle.