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"Otra copita! vamos Inglesito: Otra copita!" "Thank you, my good sir, you are very kind, you appear to know me, but I have not the honour of knowing you." "Not know me!" replied the being. "I am Sevilla, the torero. I know you well; you are the friend of Baltasarito, the national, who is a friend of mine, and a very good subject."
Inglesito, if you have need of money, I will lend you my purse. All I have is at your service, and that is not a little; I have just gained four thousand chules by the lottery. Courage, Englishman! Another cup. I will pay all. I, Sevilla!" And he clapped his hand repeatedly on his breast, reiterating "I, Sevilla!
Did you ever hear of Carlos el Demonio? This is the Inglesito of Rio Medio!" It was plain that my deeds, such as they were, reported by O'Brien spies, by the Lugareños, by all sorts of credulous gossipers, had got me the devil of a reputation in the patio of the jail. Men detached themselves from the crowd, and went running about to announce my arrival.
"He spoke a few words in the broken Gypsy slang of the prison, inquiring of me whether I had ever been in the condemned cell, and whether I knew what a gitana was. "'Vamos Inglesito, shouted Sevilla, in a voice of thunder, 'answer the monro in the crabbed Gitano.
The others were closing in on me like a solid wall. I leant back against the gate; I was not frightened, but I was mightily excited. The man like Cæsar looked fiercely at me, swayed a long way back on his haunches, and imperiously motioned the crowd to recede. "Señor Inglesito," he said, "the gift I have the honour to ask of you is the price of my protection.
The gloomy Cuban at once rushed upon me, as if he would have taken me into his arms. "The Inglesito of Rio Medio!" he said. "Ha, ha! Much have I heard of you. Much of the senor's valiance! Many tales! That foul eater of the carrion of the priests wishes your life! Ah, but let him beware! I shall save you, Señor I, Don Vincente Salazar."
"It is either that or English, for I understand not a word of it." "Did I not say to you," cried the bull-fighter, "that you knew nothing of the crabbed Gitano? But this Inglesito does. I understood all he said. Vaya, there is none like him for the crabbed Gitano. He is a good ginete, too; next to myself, there is none like him, only he rides with stirrup leathers too short.
'Vamos Inglesito, shouted Sevilla, in a voice of thunder; 'answer the monro in the crabbed Gitano. I answered the robber, for such he was, and one too whose name will live for many a year in the ruffian histories of Madrid; I answered him in a speech of some length, in the dialect of the Estremenian gypsies. 'I believe it is the crabbed Gitano, muttered Balseiro.
"Vamos Inglesito," shouted Sevilla in a voice of thunder; "answer the monro in the crabbed Gitano." I answered the robber, for such he was, and one, too, whose name will live for many a year in the ruffian histories of Madrid; I answered him in a speech of some length, in the dialect of the Estremenian Gypsies. "I believe it is the crabbed Gitano," muttered Balseiro.
'Otra copita! vamos Inglesito: Otra copita! 'Thank you, my good sir, you are very kind. You appear to know me, but I have not the honour of knowing you. 'Not know me! replied the being. 'I am Sevilla, the torero. I know you well; you are the friend of Baltasarito, the national, who is a friend of mine, and a very good subject.
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