“It will be ill for the man who threatens us with any,” answered Pharaoh in Spanish. “We are travelers, and have no mind to be disturbed.”
“You travel by strange paths,” said the monk. “To what part of the country are you going?”
“To Acapulco,” answered Pharaoh, adding to me, in English, “there is no harm in telling him that.”
“There is a good road from Oaxaca to Acapulco,” said the monk. “Why not follow it?”
“We are minded to take our own way,” said Pharaoh doggedly.
“You Englishmen are fond of that,” observed the monk with a strange smile.
“Who says we are English?” asked Pharaoh.
“Your Spanish is proof of that.”
“I am from Catalonia,” said Pharaoh. “We do not speak pure Castilian there.”