The agent waved his arms and faded in the cave.
"I am busy," said he, "Va-se'mbora!"
We proceeded along the rua to the sign of the Elder-Dempsters....
"To ship?" A bilious Anglo-Portuguese behind the desk eyed us up and down. "Would a captain's cabin at forty pounds suit you?"
"Thanks," said Angus Jones. "I'll consider it. But in the meanwhile—"
"Have you paid the Government tax?"
"I am unable—"
"Enough," snapped the Anglo-Portuguese. "Va-se'mbora!"....
At the Booth Line agency we encountered a lank gentleman with a languid smile who further enlightened Angus Jones.
"Take on hands at Madeira? You're crazy. Do you suppose we want the port closed to us for shipping monarchist suspects? They always head for Brazil, and we're watched every minute."