"I should hope so," was the indignant answer. "Perhaps it is because I have kept myself away from the others. I have felt heart broken over our defeat."
"All the more reason why you should do what you can to repair it."
"There is no repairing it."
"Who knows?"
"I do."
"You speak confidently, Juan."
"Because, Manuel, I know where our ships are. We shall meet none as we sail through the Caribbean Sea. No, no, Manuel, dismiss such thoughts. Reconcile yourself to spending the next few months as prisoners of war in America."
"A prospect I by no means fall in with. Help may be nearer than you think, Juan."
"Help?"
"Yes."