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"It is cold," said one in Tagalog with a Visayan accent. "We aren't catching any sacristans. There is nobody to clean out the alferez's hen yard and we ought to catch some sacristan and make him do it. Since that one was killed, they have taken warning. I am getting tired of this." "So am I," replied the other.
Stature, tall, according to the alferez's description; ordinary, according to the description of Father Dámaso; color, brunette; eyes, black; nose, regular; mouth, regular; beard, none; hair, black." "Ah! And particular marks?" "Camisa, black; pantaloons, black; a wood-cutter " "Ah! He will not escape. I think I see him already."
He turned his eyes insolently on the alferez's woman. "This is the one who defended himself with the most courage and told his companions to run," said the alferez to Padre Salvi. Behind him came another of miserable aspect, moaning and weeping like a child. He limped along exposing pantaloons spotted with blood. "Mercy, sir, mercy! I'll not go back into the yard," he whimpered.
On going to pay the fine imposed by the curate for his absence, the sacristan would explain the cause. Fray Salvi would listen in silence, take the money, and at once turn out his goats and sheep so that they might graze in the alferez's garden, while he himself looked up a new text for another longer and more edifying sermon.
"The alferez's woman, whom you didn't invite to your picnic. Yesterday morning the incident of the cayman became known through the town. The Muse of the Civil Guard is as astute as she is malignant and she guessed that the pilot must be the bold person who threw her husband into the mudhole and who assaulted Padre Damaso.
Doña Consolacion's body was bent forward, the muscles of her neck were rigid, her eyes riveted to the half open door. Between the soldiers came out Tarsilo, the brother of Bruno. He wore handcuffs. His torn clothes disclosed well-developed muscles. His eyes were fixed insolently on the alferez's wife.
Despite the fact that the moon was shining brightly in the heavens, the young man stumbled on every stone in the solitary and deserted street. Near the cuartel he saw some soldiers with their bayonets fixed, talking excitedly. He passed by unseen. In the tribunal, blows, cries, wails, and curses were heard. The alferez's voice drowned all the others. "Put him in the stocks!
From the window, where he was viewing the procession, Ibarra heard the voice, and melancholy took possession of his heart. He understood what that soul was suffering and what was expressed in that song. He was afraid to think of the cause of that grief. The Governor General found him pensive and sad. Why were the windows in the alferez's house closed?
"What criminal! Why, the one who struck Padre Damaso in the road yesterday afternoon!" "Struck Padre Damaso?" asked several voices. The coadjutor seemed to smile, while Padre Salvi went on: "Yes, and Padre Damaso is now confined to his bed. It's thought that he may be the very same Elias who threw you into the mudhole, señor alferez." Either from shame or wine the alferez's face became very red.
"I have a very important matter " "I can't stand for his running about and breaking down the fence. I'll shoot him if he comes back!" "That is, if you are alive tomorrow!" exclaimed the panting curate as he made his way toward the sala. "What, do you think that puny doll will kill me? I'll bust him with a kick!" Padre Salvi stepped backward with an involuntary glance toward the alferez's feet.
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