“I intend to do so; and you might as well go with me as to have me tell them where you are.”
“That is true, Bark; and, when you get on board of the Tritonia, tell all you know about me, and say that you left me in Cadiz.”
“You might as well go with me.”
“I think not.”
“Then that alguacil will be after you in less than a week,” said Bark.
“But he will not find me; for I shall not be in Cadiz when he arrives,” laughed the Spaniard.
“Where are you going?” asked Bark curiously.
“If I don’t tell you, you will not know.”
“I see,” added Bark. “You do not intend to stay in Cadiz.”
“Of course not.”