"Besides," continued Don Bonifacio, "your infernal little Moorish girls
are very dirty."

"Wash!" responded the Moor, extending his arms crosswise and inclining his
head to one side.

"I tell you I want no Moorish girls," said Don Bonifacio. "What I want
to-day is that you, who know so much that you are Interpreter of the
Fortress, should translate this document into Spanish for me."

Manos-gordas took the document, and at the first glance murmured:

"It is Moor--"

"Of course, it is in Arabic. But I want to know what it says, and if you
do not deceive me I will give you a handsome present--when the business
which I am about to entrust you with is concluded."

Meantime Admet-Ben-Carime glanced his eye over the document, turning very
pale as he did so.

"You see that it concerns a great treasure?" the Chapel-master
half-affirmed, half-asked.

"Me think so," stammered the Mohammedan.

"What do you mean by saying you think so? Your very confusion tells
plainly that it is so."