a dying man once more. I pointed out his piteous state.
“At least,” I whispered, “you won’t refuse to take him?”
“Will there be anything to take?” said the captain brutally.
Santos advanced leisurely, and puffed his cigarette over the poor wasted and exhausted frame.
“It is for you to decide, captain,” said he cynically; “but this one will make no deeference. Yes, I would take him. It will not be far,” he added, in
a dying man once more. I pointed out his piteous state.
“At least,” I whispered, “you won’t refuse to take him?”
“Will there be anything to take?” said the captain brutally.
Santos advanced leisurely, and puffed his cigarette over the poor wasted and exhausted frame.
“It is for you to decide, captain,” said he cynically; “but this one will make no deeference. Yes, I would take him. It will not be far,” he added, in
