"I dare say you're right, Polynesia," said the Doctor--"You usually are. The crowd does seem to be a bit restless. I'll slip down to the ship alone--so I shan't be so noticeable; and I'll wait for you there. You come by some different way. But don't be long about it. Hurry!"
As soon as the Doctor had departed Bumpo sought out Don Enrique and said, "Honorable Sir, you owe me three-thousand pesetas."
Without a word, but looking cross-eyed with annoyance, Don Enrique paid his bet.
We next set out to buy the provisions; and on the way we hired a cab and took it along with us.
Not very far away we found a big grocer's shop which seemed to sell everything to eat. We went in and bought up the finest lot of food you ever saw in your life.
As a matter of fact, Polynesia had been right about the danger we were in. The news of our victory must have spread like lightning through the whole town. For as we came out of the shop and loaded the cab up with our stores, we saw various little knots of angry men hunting round the streets, waving sticks and shouting, "The Englishmen! Where are those accursed Englishmen who stopped the bullfighting?--Hang them to a lamp-post!--Throw them in the sea! The Englishmen!--We want the Englishmen!"
After that we didn't waste any time, you may be sure. Bumpo grabbed the Spanish cab-driver and explained to him in signs that if he didn't drive down to the harbor as fast as he knew how and keep his mouth shut the whole way, he would choke the life out of him. Then we jumped into the cab on top of the food, slammed the door, pulled down the blinds and away we went.
"We won't get a chance to pawn the jewelry now," said Polynesia, as we bumped over the cobbly streets. "But never mind--it may come in handy later on. And anyway we've got two-thousand five-hundred pesetas left out of the bet. Don't give the cabby more than two pesetas fifty, Bumpo. That's the right fare, I know."