But, unhappily, the surveillance is now so strict that I know not how to smuggle you on board." "In a box--in a cask," said I, desperately.
"Have you really courage to be packed in that manner ?" "Yes, if there is no alternative." "Come, you are un brave garcon! I respect you for your resolution.

There is a vessel of mine being loaded now, and if you will really go on board in such a way as you propose I think we can manage it, and your durance will not last more than a few hours.

You will be a Regulus without the nails." Smiling grimly at this allusion, he went out, and left me to meditate on what lay before me.

It was not pleasant, certainly; but then the incentive was so great!--to join all whom I held dear, in a free land! The light affliction would be but for a moment.
Monsieur Bort returned.

"All is arranged," said he complacently.
"I have taken the porter who will roll you into the secret.