Yet why should I hold it a peril?
The ending of it was in my hands, I need not await action, or permit him opportunity.

The warning had come in ample time.

Sanchez was still in my power, separated from his followers, incapable of doing us any serious harm.
All that was needed for me to do was to keep him in close confinement.
We were surely not far from the coast; twenty-four hours, perhaps twelve, would suffice, to make our escape from this cursed ship possible.

I must get an observation so as to know our exact position; after that the course would be figured definitely, and I would then know the time required.

My eyes again sought her face.
"He is a danger, of course, but not a serious one," I said confidently.