"Why, it's all in foreigner's talk!" Sim exclaimed.
"Let me see it," said Arnold.
He looked at it a long time and smiled. "I wonder," he said, "do they think we are so very simple?"
Now a man came toward us. Before he could pass, Arnold stepped suddenly forward and addressed him in Spanish.
"Why," cried I, when the passerby had gone, "you, too—do you talk Spanish?"
Arnold turned to me with a smile and said, for the second time, "A man does not tell all he knows."
Thrusting the paper into his pocket, he continued, "According to the directions that Mr. Gleazen has written down for our guidance, my friends, we should turn to the right. But according to my personal knowledge, which that man confirmed, we shall find Gideon North by turning to the left."
To the left, then, we turned; and only Arnold Lamont, who told me of it afterward, saw one of the boatmen, when we had definitely taken our course, leave the boat and run into the darkness in the direction that Neil Gleazen wished to send us.
Carriages passed us, and men on horseback, and negroes loitering along the streets. There were bright lights in the windows; and we saw ladies and their escorts riding in queer two-wheeled vehicles that I later learned were called volantes.