The parting with our poor Indians had been very trying, and I could not help asking myself whether I had acted quite rightly in deserting them, whether it would not have been nobler (though perhaps not so worldly wise) to throw in my lot with theirs and try to recreate the oasis, as Angela had suggested.

I also doubted whether I was acting the part of a prudent man in embarking my wife, my fortune, and myself on a wretched little sloop (which would probably founder in the first storm), under the control of two men of whom I knew no good, and who, as I feared, might play us false?
But whether I had acted wisely or unwisely, there was no going back now, and as I did not want Angela to perceive that I was either dubious or downcast, I pulled myself together, put on a cheerful countenance, and spoke hopefully of our prospects.
She was with us on deck, Kidd being at the helm.
"I have no very precise idea how far we maybe from Callao," I said, "but if this wind lasts we should be there in five or six days at the outside.
Don't you think so, Kidd ?" "May be.

You still think of going to Callao, then ?" "Still think of going to Callao! I am determined to go to Callao.

Why do you ask?
Did not I distinctly say so before we started ?" "I thought you had maybe changed your mind.

And Callao won't be easy to make.