Wilson, for want of something better to do, addressed a few words to their guard, who stood close at their side, keeping a sharp eye on their movements, but he only shook his head, and threw aside his cloak to show his pistols.
“I think you may speak freely,” said Wilson. “What were you going to say?”
“We’re in trouble again,” replied Chase.
“O! Is that all? It’s no news.”
“I wish I had not tried to explain matters.”
“So do I.”
“Is there nothing we can do? Let’s jump up and take to our heels. I’ll risk the bullets in the overseer’s pistols, if you will.”
“What’s the use? Where shall we run to?”
“To town, of course. We want to go back to the yacht, don’t we?”
“Certainly. But if we wait a few minutes, the Don will bring us some horses, and then we can ride there. That will be much easier than walking, and safer too; for not knowing the way, we might get lost in the darkness, or run against some of the patrols on the road.”