"May I ask your name?"
"My name is Lewis Leighton. And yours?"
The stranger waved his hand impatiently.
"Where are you going?"
"I am on my way to Oeiras to seek employment," said Lewis.
"To seek employment, eh?" said the stranger, thoughtfully. "Will you tell this misbegotten guide that I wish to return to the water we passed a little while ago? I should like to talk to you, if you don't mind."
Lewis translated the order.
"So they are words, after all," said the guide. He shook his head from side to side, as one who suspects witchcraft.
When the pack-train was headed back on the road it had come, Lewis turned to the guide.
"Whither was your master bound?" he asked.