"You alone are master," answered Diogo, who had heard him; "but every minute that passes takes away from us, believe me, several days of our existence."
"Perhaps," violently cried the marquis, stamping with anger; "but we do not know all yet. Can I not try to join Don Joachim Terraira?"
"Certainly, you can, your Excellency."
"Well!" cried he, with joy.
"Well! You will only succeed in causing us all to be massacred the quicker—that is all."
After having uttered these words, the captain turned his back on the marquis, and rejoined his companions.
[1] kind of tent made of branches.