"That is one of the nuisances, Collet never letting us go ashore together." "It is a nuisance," the other said, heartily.

"Of course, Allen is a very good fellow, but one can't have any larks as one could have if we were together." "Well, there are not many larks to be had here, at any rate, Tom.

It is about the dullest place I ever landed at.

It is a regular Mexican town, and except that they do have, I suppose, sometimes, dances and that sort of thing, there is really nothing to be done when one does go ashore, and the whole place stinks of hides.

Even if one could get away for a day there is no temptation to ride about that desert-looking country, with the sun burning down on one; no one but a salamander could stand it.