That is why we are going there."
"And not because you are more likely to find adherents there?"
"It is a much smaller town than Pernambuco, and my strength lies
outside the large cities, I admit. But there can be no question as to
our wisdom in preferring Maceio, even where the young lady's well-being
is concerned."
"I think differently. At Maceio there are few, if any, Europeans. At
Pernambuco the large English-speaking community will protect her, no
matter what President is in power. I must ask you to reconsider your
plan. Land Miss Yorke and me at Pernambuco, and then betake yourself
and those who follow you where you will."
Coke jerked himself into the dispute.
"'Ere, wot's wrong now?" he demanded angrily. "Since w'en 'as a second
officer begun to fix the ship's course?"
"I am not your second officer, nor are you my commander," said Philip.
"At present we are fellow-pirates, or, at best, running the gravest
risk of being regarded as pirates by any court of law. I don't care a
cent personally what port we make, but I do care most emphatically for
Miss Yorke's safety."
"We've argied the pros an' cons, an' it's to be Maceio," growled Coke.
Dom Corria's precise tones broke in on what threatened to develop into
a serious dispute.
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