“And the Salamander was aunt’s ship,” added Jill. “She can get us another.”
“True, Jill; you’re a brick.”
“Well,” he added, “is it a bargain?”
“Yes,” I said, speaking for Jill and myself too. Then we all shook hands, and the conversation took another turn; that is—it went back to Dulzura.
Chapter Nineteen.
Book III—The Land of Giants.
All Alone on the Pampas—The Camp in the Cañon.
Alone on the Pampas. Alone in the moonlight. Alone amidst scenery so black, so bare, so desolate, that looking back now through a long vista of years, as I sit by my cosy English fireside, I shudder to think of it.