From them, then, we start.

We draw a broad thick line from Oran to the north-east coast of Mallorca, that coast upon which we look down from these windows, a coast honeycombed with caves and indented with creeks like an edge of fine lace--a very storehouse of a coast.

Am I not right, Senor Don Jose ?" He laughed, in a friendly good-humoured way, but the face of Jose Medina did not lose one shade of its impassiveness.

He did not deny that the caves of this coast were the storehouse of his tobacco; nor did he agree.
"Let us see!" he said.
"So I draw a thick line, since all your feluccas make for this island and this part of the island first of all.

From here they diverge--you will correct me, I hope, if I am wrong." "I do not say that I shall correct you if you are wrong," said Jose Medina.
Hillyard was now drawing other and finer lines which radiated like the sticks of an outspread fan from the north-east coast of Mallorca to the Spanish mainland; and he went on drawing them, unperturbed by Jose's refusal to assist in his map-making.