It would have taken us two days to get to Bordeaux, even if we had no trouble in crossing the Dordogne, and every hour is of importance.

I hope we may get out of the city before the gates close, then we shall be able to push on all night." They passed several islands on their way and, after four hours' run, saw the walls and spires of Bourg, where the Dordogne unites with the Garonne to form the great estuary known as the Gironde.
At three o'clock they were alongside the wharves of Bordeaux.

They stowed away their steel caps and swords, and at once prepared to carry up the barrels.
"Do you make an excuse to move off, master," Pierre said; "we three will soon get these barrels into the store, and it is no fitting work for you." "Honest work is fitting work, Pierre, and methinks that my shoulders are stronger than yours.

I have had my sail, and I am going to pay for it by my share of the work." The store was nearer than Philip had expected to find it.

A wide road ran along by the river bank, and upon the other side of this was a line of low warehouses, all occupied by the wine merchants; who purchased the produce of their vineyards from the growers and, after keeping it until it matured, supplied France and foreign countries with it.
Several ships lay by the wharves.