The buccaneer did not finish his sentence, but his face became menacing.
"And—where does the road to Devil's Cliff lead?"
"It leads sinners to hell, and saints to paradise."
"So, a stranger, a traveler, who has a whim to visit Devil's Cliff——"
"Would never return from thence."
"At least, in that case, one does not risk getting lost on the return," said the chevalier coolly. "'Tis well, my good friend, then show me the way."
"We have eaten under the same roof, we have drunk from the same cup; I would not willingly cause your death."
"So, in conducting me to Devil's Cliff, you kill me?"
"It will come to the same thing."
"Although your dinner was perfect, and your company very agreeable, my brave Nimrod, you almost make me regret it, as this prevents you from satisfying my wish. But what danger threatens me, then?"