“Don’t they bury the dead man in it?”
“No: that would make it too expensive for poor folks. They tumble the dead into a rough box, or bury him without any thing.”
The next morning the excursionists started for Cordova, and arrived late at night, going by the same route they had taken to Granada as far as Bobadilla.
CHAPTER XXIV.
AN ADVENTURE ON THE ROAD.
In twelve hours after she started, the American Prince was in the harbor of Cadiz. Bark Lingall was on board; and Jacob Lobo, who spoke five languages, had been engaged at the Hotel de la Alameda as his companion. Mr. Pelham sent them ashore as soon as the anchor went over the bow.
“Do you expect to find the Count de Escarabajosa in Cadiz?” asked the interpreter, as they landed.
“Of course not: I told you he would not be here,” replied Bark. “I may find out where he went to from here, and I may not. I left him at the Hotel de Cadiz; and we will go there first.”