Then he burst into a laugh. Only such a short time ago he had been warning Casmir on the parade ground of the Legion against running away! They walked along the street together and Casmir explained matters. He had run away, it seemed, on the same night that Jacques had made his evasion, had boldly taken the train for Oran, and with the good luck that comes with daring had found the matter perfectly easy. "I was never stopped or questioned once," said he. "But here it is different. I cannot get across. It seems that they are watching the boats. I went down to the steamboat quay yesterday and there was an official at the gangway of the boat for Marseilles. He was demanding the papers of all the passengers--the men. To leave this place one must be either a fish or a sea bird, it seems, and I am neither." "Come into this café and let us talk," said Jacques. They entered a shabby café that was close by and Jacques called for coffee and food for them both. "How much money have you?" said he. "A hundred francs," replied Casmir. "I had a hundred and twenty to start with. I had received a money order from a relation for two hundred francs the morning I was talking to you. It cost me eighty francs to get this rig-out. It was that money order that fixed me in my idea of bolting, and I am beginning to wish now that I had never received it." "Courage," said Jacques. He said nothing for a few minutes and then he began to disclose his plan. There were ships always leaving Oran for the French and Spanish ports. Ship captains of the lesser mercantile marine were venal folk, for eighty francs, say, the pair of them might be able to get a passage on some barque, a place in the hold on top of the cargo would do. "Ah," said Casmir, brightening up. "Now you are talking. If any man can do the trick you can, you have the gift of the gab and a way with you that I have not." "Well, then," said Jacques, "let's go down to the wharves now, straight away, and try and fix up the business." But Casmir demurred. "There is no use in our going about the streets together," said he, "for if one is caught the other will be nabbed too. I'll meet you here in an hour if you will go and try and do the business. The café won't run away and you may be very sure that I won't either." Jacques saw at once the reason of this and off he started, leaving Choc with Casmir. Choc was fond of Casmir, who had often fed him with scraps; all the same, Jacques borrowed a piece of string from the dingy waiter and tied the end of it round the dog's neck. "That will give you something to hold him by," said he, "in case he's up to any of his tricks." Then he paid the bill and started off, leaving Casmir seated and holding the dog by the string. There are two harbours at Oran. An outer anchorage not very good in rough weather, unless the wind is off the land, and a small inner harbour, a little hole of a place, always full because of its small size.