“Don’t wake him, Lingall, if you please; but come with me. You can return in a moment.”
Bark got out of the carriage.
“I wish to leave before he wakes,” said Raimundo. “I will go no farther with him.”
“Leave him here?” queried Bark.
“I will not even speak to him again,” added the second master. “Of course, I shall leave you to do as you please; though I should be glad to have you go with me, for you have proved yourself to be a plucky fellow and a gentleman. As it is impossible for me to endure Stout’s company any longer, I shall have to leave you, if you stick to him.”
“I shall not stick to him,” protested Bark. “He is nothing but a hog,—one hundred pounds of pork.”
Bark had decided to leave Bill as soon as he could, and now was his time. They took an omnibus for the Fonda del Cid. They had not been gone more than five minutes, before a porter woke Bill Stout, who found that he was alone. He understood it perfectly.