Luckily, there was money to pay mun, for the Commodore had left a
bravish sum for travellin' expenses, and by-'m-by Sam begins to take
a sort o' pride in pullin' out hes purse.
"'Talk 'bout fun'rals!' says he, 'I reckon this es suthin' _like_.
Adm'ral Nelson! why, Adm'ral Nelson didn' cost ha'f so much! An' you
ain't but a Commodore,' says he. 'Devil fly away wi' 'ee, maaster,
but so long as the coin lasts Sam won't cry 'Woa!''
"The words warn't fairly out o' hes mouth, sir, when the train draws
up, an' in steps another man. He comed in so quiet that Sam didn'
see 'un at first; but when he turned roun', there was the man
standin' an' starin' at 'un. 'Twas a strange-looking party, dressed
i' black--a better-most body, like.
"'Aw, good eveling!' says Sam.
"'Good eveling,' says the man i' black, an' nods t'wards the chest.
'How's deceased?'
"'Gettin' a bit costly,' answers Sam, 'but doin' purty well,
consederin'. You'm wantin' more fees, I reckon'; an' wi' that he
dives hes hand into hes trowsy-pocket.
"'I don't want no fees,' says the man.
"Sam was knacked 'pon a heap wi' this.
"'Well, then, you'm the fust man I've a-met in Spain as doesn',' he
says.
"That ain't onlikely,' says the man; and Sam noticed for the fust
time that he'd a-been speakin' English all along.
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