I should say it must be a hundred miles." "That's nothing!" Tom said.

"We could do it in two days, in three easily." "Yes, supposing we had no interruption and a straight road," Ned said.

"But we must not count our chickens yet.

This vast forest which we see contains tribes of natives, bitterly hostile to the white man, maddened by the cruelties of the Spaniards, who enslave them and treat them worse than dogs.

Even when we reach the sea, we may be a hundred or two hundred miles from a large Spanish town; and however great the distance, we must accomplish it, as it is only at large towns that Captain Drake is likely to touch." "Well, let us be moving," Tom said.