“No,” said Cammock. “I’m not going on. But there’s your city. It’s within twenty miles of the sea, and within five of the eastern Conception.”
“Will you come to look for it with me?”
“No, sir,” said Cammock. “I won’t. I don’t fancy your company.”
“I like you, captain.”
Cammock looked at him steadily for a moment, and then lit his pipe at the brazier.
“What are the women like in Darien?”
“You’re a married man, Mr. Stukeley.”
“Thank you. I know I’m a married man. I asked you what the women are like?”
“They’re mostly a rather duskish brown or copper colour.”
“So I think I know. Can a fellow have any fun with them?”