Garcia stopped for a moment, as an old man came along with a cart.
"How are you, father ?" "How are you, Garcia?
Off again ?" "Yes; I am going to Xeres for wine, for the French general." "I see that you have got a new comrade." "Yes; the journey is a long one, and I thought that it was as well to have another mate." "Yes, it is dangerous travelling," the old man said.

"Well, goodbye, and good fortune to you!" Garcia put his mules in motion again, and they passed through the gate and soon left Salamanca behind.

There was little conversation on the way.

The two Spaniards made and smoked cigarettes continually; and Terence endeavoured to imitate them, by addressing the endearing words they used to their animals, having learned the names of the four of which he was in charge.

At first they did not respond to this strange voice but, as they became accustomed to it, each answered, when its name was called, by quickening its pace and by a sharp whisk of the tail, that showed it understood that it was addressed.
Terence knew that his escape would not be discovered until eight o'clock, when the doors were opened and the prisoners assembled in the yard for the roll call.