"I do not understand you."
"You will soon do so. These signals signify that the savannah is at this moment invaded by several Fifties, which are manoeuvring to surround us."
"¡Diablos!" the young man exclaimed, with a start of surprise: "And you do not feel more affected than that?"
"Why anticipate anxiety? My comrade and I had a pressing job which we were obliged to finish. Now that it is done, we are going to turn our attention to the señores."
"But we cannot possibly resist so many enemies?"
"Ah! Ah! Do you really feel inclined for a brush?"
"S'death! My sister and I are incurring quite as much danger as you, and we have not a minute to lose in attempting flight."
"Flight?" the buccaneer said, with a grin; "Nonsense! You must be laughing, my gentleman: we are enclosed in an impassable circle—or what looks so."
"In that case, we are lost."
"How you go on! On the contrary, they are lost."