Can it be that theirs is the way of wisdom?
But no, it is their good fortune, what they call 'luck.' Yes, senor, it shall be as you desire.

In an hour all shall be in readiness for your departure." "Couldn't you make it half an hour, General ?" asked Ridge, with an audacity that drew forth only a grunt from the Cuban leader.
So it happened that in something less than an hour from the time of this important interview our young American, well fed, and provided with a pass through the Cuban lines for himself and one friend, was retracing his steps down the northern slope of the Sierra Maestra.

He was mounted on a raw-backed but sure-footed Cuban pony, and escorted by half a dozen ragged cavalrymen.

They had barely started before he was thankful that he had not attempted to make the journey unguided; nor had they gone a mile before he knew that he could never have accomplished it alone.

Often he found himself traversing narrow trails on the brink of black space where a single misstep would have brought his career to a sudden termination.