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"Yes," cynically said Sherry. "The Aztecs got rattled, and then the bullets rattled. And what was done to the Aztecs?" "Senor, what could be done? They meant no harm, as you can see." "Of course, of course; but you put the Little Red Peg down two holes just the same, eh, my Becodar with your Gerado. I smell a great man in your Gerado, Becodar.
If a man thinks his guard sleeps, and makes a run for it, they do not chase they fire; and if he escapes unhurt, good; he is not troubled. But the Rurales are fine shots!" "You mean," said Sherry, "that the Rurales your Gerado, for one pretended to sleep to be careless. The fellows made a rush for it and were dropped? Eh, Becodar, of the Little Red Peg?" Becodar shrugged a shoulder gently.
"What became of his father, Becodar? Dead?" asked Sherry. The beggar crossed himself. "Altogether, senor. And such a funeral had he, with the car all draped, and even the mutes with the gold braid on their black. I will tell you how it was. We were great friends, Bernal's father and me, and when the boy was born, I said, I will be compadre to him.
I'll be a bandit, and when I'm old, and if Diaz doesn't put me against the wall and prod holes in me like Gonzales, they'll take me in the Rurales, same as Gerado." "Who is it writes on the wall, Becodar?" asked Sherry of our host, as, on his knees, he poured out pulque for us. The old man turned musingly, and made motions of writing, a pleased look in his face.
Presently he said "Where've you been to-night, Becodar?" "I have paid my respects to the Maison Dore, to the Cafe de la Concordia, to the Cafe Iturbide, senor." "And how did paying your respects pay you, Becodar?" "The noble courtesy of these cafes, and the great consideration of the hidalgos there assembled rendered to me five pesos and a trifle, senor." "The poor ye have always with you.
Presently he said "Where've you been to-night, Becodar?" "I have paid my respects to the Maison Dore, to the Cafe de la Concordia, to the Cafe Iturbide, senor." "And how did paying your respects pay you, Becodar?" "The noble courtesy of these cafes, and the great consideration of the hidalgos there assembled rendered to me five pesos and a trifle, senor." "The poor ye have always with you.
Well, of the eight men who fired on my brother, two are left, as you may see. The others are all gone, this way or that." Sherry shrugged a shoulder. "There are two left, eh, Becodar? How will they die, and when?" Becodar was motionless as a stone for a moment. Then he said softly: "I do not know quite how or when. But one drinks much mescal, and the other has a taste for quarrel.
But he said: 'I am gone, my Becodar. I haven't got five minutes in me. Put on your compadreship quick. I snatched up the sombrero and put it on, and his I tucked under his head. So that we were compadres again. Ah, senor, senor! Soon he drew my cheek down to his and said: 'Adios, compadre: Bernal is thine now. While your eyes see, and your foot travels, let him not want a friend.
Well, of the eight men who fired on my brother, two are left, as you may see. The others are all gone, this way or that." Sherry shrugged a shoulder. "There are two left, eh, Becodar? How will they die, and when?" Becodar was motionless as a stone for a moment. Then he said softly: "I do not know quite how or when. But one drinks much mescal, and the other has a taste for quarrel.
"I tied this ribbon to the chair all those years ago." My eyes were on the peg and the holes in the wall. Sherry questioned him. "Why do you spike the wall with the little red peg, Becodar?" "The Little Red Peg, senor? Ah! It is not wonderful you notice that. There are eight bullet-holes in that zarape" he pointed to the wall " there are eight holes in the wall for the Little Red Peg.
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