“If they come early, they go early; there may be no boat for you.”
“Golly.”
“There’s a lot to say ‘Golly’ about in this Republic.”
“There’s more in it than meets the eye,” he said. “I suppose you’ve got no map of this city?”
“No. Why?”
“Can I get to Medinas from the pier without going back through the city?”
“Yes, easily. There’s a road from the Farola to Medinas, on the line of the old city ditch.”
“All right, then; that’s a weight off my chest. Our main task is to get out of this hotel to the pier: if we can do that, we shall be fairly clear. Will there be patrols on the roads outside the walls, or people on the watch at La Boca and Anselmo?”
“Probably.”
“All right,” he said, to cheer her. “We’ll fix them. I suppose the Elenas will know some English?”