"Keep 'er edgin' south a bit," said he to Hozier. "There's no knowin'
w'en that crimson cruiser will show up again, but we must try and steal
a knot or two afore sundown."
The order roused Hozier from his stupor of wrathful bewilderment.
"Why south?" he asked. "If anything, Pernambuco lies north of our
present course."
"We're givin' Pernambuco the go-by. It's Maceio for us, quick as we
can get there."
Hozier was in no humor for conciliatory methods. He turned on his
heel, and walked straight to where De Sylva was leaning against the
rails.
"Captain Coke tells me that we are not making for Pernambuco," he said,
meeting the older man's penetrating gaze with a glance as firm and
self-contained.
"That is what we have arranged," said Dom Corria.
"It does not seem to have occurred to you that there is one person on
board this ship whose interests are vastly more important than yours,
senhor."
"Meaning Miss Yorke?" asked the other, who did not require to look
twice at this stern-visaged man to grasp the futility of any words but
the plainest.
"Yes."
"She will be safer at Maceio than at Pernambuco. Our only danger at
either place will be encountered at the actual moment of landing. At
Maceio there is practically no risk of finding a warship in the harbor.
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