The moon shone on grey locks and on a
ruddy weather-beaten countenance which I at once recognized:
"Benedict Mol," said I, "is it possible that I see you at
Compostella?"
"Och, mein Gott, es ist der Herr!" replied Benedict. "Och, what
good fortune, that the Herr is the first person I meet at
Compostella."
Myself. - I can scarcely believe my eyes. Do you mean to say that
you have just arrived at this place?
Benedict. - Ow yes, I am this moment arrived. I have walked all the
long way from Madrid.
Myself. - What motive could possibly bring you such a distance?
Benedict. - Ow, I am come for the schatz - the treasure. I told you
at Madrid that I was coming; and now I have met you here, I have no
doubt that I shall find it, the schatz.
Myself. - In what manner did you support yourself by the way?
Benedict. - Ow, I begged, I bettled, and so contrived to pick up
some cuartos; and when I reached Toro, I worked at my trade of
soap-making for a time, till the people said I knew nothing about
it, and drove me out of the town.