We should be well matched, de Garcia.' 'Perhaps so, Cousin, but where is the need?
To be frank, things have not gone over well with me when we stood face to face before, and it is odd, but do you know, I have been troubled with a foreboding that you would be the end of me.

That is one of the reasons why I sought a change of air to these warmer regions.

But see the folly of forebodings, my friend.

I am still alive, though I have been ill, and I mean to go on living, but you are--forgive me for mentioning it--you are already dead.
Indeed those gentlemen,' and he pointed to the two black men who were taking advantage of our talk to throw into the sea the slave who followed me up the hatchway, 'are waiting to put a stop to our conversation.

Have you any message that I can deliver for you?
If so, out with it, for time is short and that hold must be cleared by daybreak.' 'I have no message to give you from myself, though I have a message for you, de Garcia,' I answered.