If they must kill him, let it not be in flight.
He continued his advance with a rapid step, seeing through his enemies' plans.

They did not wish to show themselves in that part of the harbor obstructed by mountains of cases, fearing that he might hide himself there.

They would await him near his ship in a safe, hidden spot by which he would undoubtedly have to pass.
"Forward!" he kept repeating to himself.

"If I have to die, let it be within sight of the _Mare Nostrum!_" The steamer was near.

He could recognize now its black silhouette fast to the wharf.