Santos looked of uncanny stature in the low yellow light, from my pillow close to the earth.

Harris turned away at my glance; he carried a spade, and began digging near the boxes without more ado, by the light of a second lantern set on one of them: his back was to me from this time on.

Santos shrugged a shoulder towards the captain as he opened a campstool, drew up his trousers, and seated himself with much deliberation at the foot of my mattress.
"When you 'ave treasure," said he, "the better thing is to bury it, Senhor Cole.

Our young friend upstairs begs to deefer; but he is slipping; it is peety he takes such quantity of brandy! It is leetle wikness of you Engleesh; we in Portugal never touch it, save as a liqueur; therefore we require less slip.

Friend squire upstairs is at this moment no better than a porker.