“To Cadiz!” exclaimed Filipe. “How can you go to Cadiz when you have no money?”
Raimundo saw that he had said too much, and that the skipper wished to inquire into his finances.
“I shall get some money in Tarragona,” he replied; but he did not deem it prudent to mention his letter of credit.
Filipe continued to ply him with questions, which he evaded answering as well as he could. He did his best to produce the impression on his mind that he had no money. The boatman asked him about his companions, whether they could not let him have all the money he wanted to enable him to reach Cadiz. Why did they leave their ship if they had no money? How did he expect to get money in Tarragona?
“How do I know that you will pay me if you are so poor?” demanded Filipe, evidently much vexed at the result of his inquiry.
“I have money enough to pay you, and a few dollars more,” replied Raimundo.
“I don’t know: I think you had better pay me now, before I go any farther.”
“No, I will not pay you till we get to Tarragona,” replied the young Spaniard.
“I don’t know that you have money enough to pay me,” persisted the boatman.