To-morrow morning you may secure audience with him if you have the important message that you say." The five disregarded the ironical tone in his voice.

They were good enough judges of character to surmise that Lieutenant Diego Bernal, whose name and career were unknown to them, did not care a particle how they had come into possession of the boat which was so obviously of Spanish build.

There was no advantage to him in asking too many questions, and he calmly waved them to a landing.
They pulled in and tied their boat to the levee, while men and women, white, yellow, brown, and black, and all the colors between, stood about and looked at the giants from Kaintock, where people were reported to be of such extraordinary size and ferocity, and where they certainly were, as their own eyes could tell them, of uncommon height and strength, even boys such as they saw Henry and Paul to be.
While the five were engaged in this task, _rabbais_, or peddling merchants, some Provencals and some Catalans came to sell them goods, which they carried in coffin-shaped vehicles pushed before them.

They had wares, mostly small articles from Spain and France and the West Indies.
Colored women carrying immense cans of milk or coffee on their heads passed by or lingered in hope of a sale.

Others were calling for sale _callas_ and cakes _tous chauds_ in monotonous, drawling voices.
Negresses, also, were trying to sell _belles chandelles_, which were dirty candles made from green myrtle wax, the chief light then sold in the city.
The five understood the gestures of this rabble, although not their words, and waved them away, not caring to buy anything.
"Keep cool, Jim! keep cool!" said Shif'less Sol.