He peered at the queer shapes in the dimming light.
"Then there is a way to the Indies by sea ?" "Beyond doubt.

I myself have turned the butt of Africa....

If these matters interest you?
But the thought of that dry land has given me an African thirst.

He, drawer!" He filled his glass from a fresh bottle.

"'Twas in June four years back.
I was in command of a caravel in the expedition of Diaz.