“I don’t know that it is necessary for us to part. Though I think it is your duty to join your ship as soon as convenient, I shall keep out of the way till she is ready to sail from Spain. The fleet will certainly visit Cadiz, whether it goes to sea from there or not. For this reason, I must work my way to Cadiz.”
“And must I stay here till the squadron arrives?”
“Let us look it over.”
“I cannot speak Spanish; and I shall be like a cat in a strange garret, unless I employ a guide.”
“The right thing for you to do is to return to your ship.”
“Go back to Barcelona?”
“I should advise you to do that if I were not afraid the fleet would leave before you could get there. The Prince will arrive within three days; and, if the Josephines and Tritonias have returned, the vessels may sail at once. It is a long, tedious, and expensive journey by rail; and you could not get there in this time by any steamer, for they all stop at the ports on the way. I don’t know where the fleet will put in on its way south; and you might miss it. On the whole, I think you had better stay with me.”
“I think so myself,” replied Bark, pleased with the decision.
“Because you want to think so, perhaps,” laughed Raymond. “We must be careful that our wishes don’t override our judgment.”
“But you decided it for me.”