The party was stationary, though still near enough to the Castle to justify uneasiness.
“Where are we going, Jack?”
“To the river; we have a boat there, in which we shall sail to Zalapata, there to stay till the yacht returns, and then good bye to this infernal country forever.”
“And none will be gladder than I; but what of General Yozarro? Martella told me he is expected every minute at the Castle.”
“No one knows better than our good friend, but what of it?”
“Which route will he be likely to take,—by land or the river?”
The question did not seem to have occurred to Major Starland, who turned to Martella for an answer.
“I think he will come by the gunboat and land where we did.”
“Then there is a good chance of meeting him and his party?”