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Bizco painted crosses, stars and names upon his chest; Vidal, who didn't like to prick himself, stippled his own name on one arm and his sweetheart's on the other; Manuel didn't care to inscribe anything upon his person, first because he was afraid of blood, and then because the idea had been Bizco's. Each harboured a mute hostility against the other.
The woman did not even mumble; Manuel looked coldly at El Bizco, in disgust; the other averted his gaze. "Want a bite?" asked El Bizco of Manuel when he had got out of bed. "If you have anything good...." Dolores drew from the fire a pan filled with meat and potatoes. "You take good care of yourselves," murmured Manuel, whom hunger had made profoundly cynical.
They didn't work, stuttered Bizco; who was going to get fresh with him while he had his trusty steel in his hand? Into the brain of this wild beast there had not penetrated, even vaguely, any idea of rights or duties. No duties, no rights or anything at all. To him, might was right; the world was a hunting wood. Only humble wretches could obey the law of labour.
"Hey, you, Vidal!" shouted Manuel. "The deuce! Is it you?" exclaimed his cousin. "As you see...." "And what are you doing?" "Nothing. And you?" "Whatever comes our way." Manuel watched them play cane. After they had finished a hand, Vidal said: "What do you say to a walk?" "Come on." "Are you coming, Bizco?" "Yes." The three set out along the Andalucia road.
That's what he said: Let fools work, if they hadn't the nerve to live like men. As the three thus conversed a man and a woman with a child in her arms passed by. They looked dejected, like famished, persecuted folk, their glance timid and awed. "There's the workers for you," exclaimed Vidal. "That's how they are." "The devil take them," muttered Bizco.
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I'll see," responded Manuel unwillingly. "What do you mean, you'll see? The gang's already formed. We'll call it the gang of The Three." "Fine!" shouted Bizco. "And we'll help each other?" inquired Manuel. "Of course we will," assured his cousin. "And if any one of us should prove a traitor...." "If any one proves a traitor," interrupted Bizco, "his guts'll be ripped out."
"Let's try the caves of La Montana," answered El Bizco. "But can we get in there?" "Yes, if there aren't too many." "Come on, then."
Once again upon the Ronda, the first thought that came to Manuel was that he ought not to go to the Toledo Bridge, nor be in any greater hurry to reach the Andalucia road, for it was very easy to happen upon Vidal or Bizco there.
"And it's all of her own collecting." "You must have quite a bit of money there." "Yes. It's worth quite a bit," agreed Dolores. Then she let the strip of canvas fall into place against the excavation in the wall, fastened it and drew up the bed before it. El Bizco unbolted the door. In a few moments there was a knock.
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