They had been disappointed in the oranges, which they found in no way better than those which they had bought in England.  But they thought that if they could pick them off the trees, they must somehow have a superior flavor.  Accordingly they sallied out by the land gate, passed unquestioned through the line of British sentries, and were soon in the little village inside the Spanish lines.

“It’s awfully hot,” Hawtry said, mopping his forehead.  “Who would have thought that it would have been so hot as this in any place in Europe in the middle of February?  Just fancy what it must be here in July!  Look, there is a fellow with two mules.  I expect he would let them.  I vote we go for a ride.  It’s too hot for walking altogether.

“I say, old boy,” he said, approaching a tall and powerfully-built man, who was smoking a cigar, and leaning lazily against one of his mules; “you let mules, we hire them, eh?”

The Spaniard opened his eyes somewhat, but made no reply, and continued to smoke tranquilly.

“Oh, nonsense,” Hawtry said.  “Look here.”

And he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out some silver.  Then he made signs of mounting one of the mules, and waved his hand over the surrounding country to signify that he wanted a general ride.

The Spaniard nodded, held up five fingers, and touched one of the mules, and did the same with the other.

“He wants five shillings a head,” Hawtry said.

“I don’t know,” Jack said doubtfully.  “I don’t suppose he knows much about shillings.  It may be five dollars or five anything else.  We’d better show him five shillings, and come to an understanding that that is what he means before we get on.”

The Spaniard, on being shown the five shillings, shook his head, and pointing to a dollar which they had obtained in change on shore, signified that these were the coins he desired.

“Oh, nonsense!” Hawtry said indignantly.  “You don’t suppose we’re such fools as to give you a pound apiece for two or three hours’ ride on those mules of yours.  Come on, Jack.  We won’t put up with being swindled like that.”

So saying the two lads turned away, and started on their walk.

While they were speaking to the Spaniard, he had been joined by one of his countrymen, and when they turned away, these entered into a rapid conversation together.  The result was, that before the boys had gone thirty yards, the Spaniard with the mules called them back again, and intimated that he accepted their terms.

They were about to jump up at once, but the man signed to them to stop, and his companion in a minute or two had brought out two rough rugs which were secured with some cords over the wooden saddles.

“That’s an improvement,” Jack said.  “I was just wondering how we were going to sit on those things, which are not saddles at all, but only things for boxes and barrels to be fastened to.”