Brighteye shook his head. "Yes," he said, "there is the difficulty; that is the knot of the matter. Unfortunately, it is by no means easy to remedy that eventuality, which, I trust, will not present itself."
"We must trust so; but if it did, what should we do?"
"What should we do?"
"Yes."
"Hum! You ask me a question, Don Miguel, which it is by no means easy to answer."
"Well, supposing it to be so, we must still find means of escaping from the false position in which we shall find ourselves."
"That is quite certain."
"Well, then?"
"Then, on my word, I do not know what I should do. Look you, I am not a man who looks so far ahead. When a misfortune occurs, it is time to remedy it, without bothering your brains so long beforehand. All that I can say to you, Caballero, is that, for the moment, instead of remaining here, stupidly planted like a flamingo that has lost a wing, I would give a good deal to be in that accursed city, in a position to watch over my old comrade."
"Is that the truth? Are you really the man to attempt such an enterprise?" Don Miguel exclaimed joyously.