"Upon my word, I am quite unhappy," said I; "but I always am so
awkward." Whereupon he bowed low.

"Couldn't I make it right?" said I, bringing out my purse.

He lifted his hand, and I saw that it was small and white; he lifted
it and gently put it upon my purse, smiling sweetly as he did so.
"Thank you, no, senor; thank you, no." And then, bowing to us both,
he walked away down into the cabin.

"Upon my word he is a deuced well-mannered fellow," said I.

"You shouldn't have offered him money," said Johnson; "a Spaniard
does not like it."

"Why, I thought you could do nothing without money in this country.
Doesn't every one take bribes?"

"Ah! yes; that is a different thing; but not the price of a button.
By Jove! he understood English, too. Did you see that?"

"Yes; and I called him an ass! I hope he doesn't mind it."

"Oh! no; he won't think anything about it," said Johnson. "That sort
of fellows don't. I dare say we shall see him in the bull-ring next
Sunday, and then we'll make all right with a glass of lemonade."

And so our adventure ended with the man of the gold ornaments. I was
sorry that I had spoken English before him so heedlessly, and
resolved that I would never be guilty of such gaucherie again. But,