“I think it is about time for us to settle our accounts with you, Mr. Raimundo,” said Bark, when they were seated in the compartment. “We owe you a good deal by this time.”
“Mr. Raimundo!” exclaimed Bill, with a heavy emphasis on the handle to the name. “Why don’t you call me Mr. Stout, Bark?”
“Because I have not been in the habit of doing so,” replied Bark coldly.
“We are not on board the ship now; and I think we might as well stop toadying to anybody,” growled Bill.
“About the accounts, Mr. Raimundo,” continued Bark, taking no further notice of his ill-natured companion. “How much were the tickets?”
“Ninety-two reales each,” replied Raimundo. “That is four dollars and sixty cents.”
“You paid for the boat and the provisions,” added Bark. “We will make an equal division of the whole expense.”
“I paid five hundred reales for the boat, and sixty for the provisions.”
“You paid more than you agreed to for the boat,” interposed Bill sulkily. “You are not going to throw my money away like that, I can tell you.”
“I hired the boat for my own use, and I am willing to pay the whole of the bill for it,” replied Raimundo with dignity.