"Do you think so?" the landlord continued.
"Why, hang it! it was I who sold you the Pisco we have just been drinking, and I remember that you would only pay me—"
"Unnecessary, unnecessary, captain," Crevel exclaimed, quickly; "I will not bargain with a customer like you; give me ten reals and say no more about it."
"Stay; here are six, and that's more than it is worth," the young man said as he felt in a long purse which he drew from his belt, and took out several lumps of silver marked with a punch which gave them a monetary value.
"The deuce take the fancy they have in this country of making such money," he continued, after paying the posadero; "a man feels as if he had pebbles in his belt. Come, gossip, our horses."
"What, are you off, señores?"
"Do you suppose we are going to sleep here?"
"It would not be the first time."
"That is possible, but today you will have to do without us. I have already asked whether our horses are ready."
"They are at the door, saddled and bridled."