However, I give my word that no harm shall come to you, that you shall be treated with every polite attention, and that you shall be landed." "When--and where ?" asked Vickers.
"Tomorrow, certainly," replied Andrius.

"As to where, I cannot exactly say.

But--where you will be in touch with--shall we say civilization ?" He showed a set of fine white teeth in such a curious fashion as he spoke the last word that Copplestone and Vickers instinctively glanced at each other, with a mutual instinct of distrust.
"Won't do!" said Vickers.

"I insist that you put about and go into Scarhaven again." Andrius spread out his open palms and shook his head "Impossible!" he answered.

"We are already _en voyage_.