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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.
"How did you lose your sight, Becodar?" asked Sherry presently. Becodar sat perfectly still for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "I will tell you. I will make the story short. Gentle God, what a thing it was! I was for Gonzales then a loyal gentleman, he called me I, a gentleman! But that was his way. I was more of a spy for him.
All right, Becodar, we're both sorry, and will pray for his departed spirit; go ahead, Becodar." The beggar kept pulling at a piece of black ribbon which was tied to the arm of the chair in which he now sat. "Senors, after that I became a revolutionist that was the only way to make it up to my brother, except by masses I gave candles for every day in the year.
He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord. Becodar has large transactions with Providence, mio amigo," said Sherry. The beggar turned his sightless eyes to us, as though he would understand these English words. Sherry, seeing, said: "We were saying, Becodar, that the blessed saints know how to take care of a blind man, lest, having no boot, he stub his toe against a stone."
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.
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.
"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.
As we stood so, Becodar appeared again in the doorway, bearing an olla of pulque and some tortilla sandwiches, made of salad and shreds of meat, flavoured with garlic. He paused, his face turned towards us, with an understanding look. His instinct was remarkable. He did not speak, but came and placed the things he carried near the chairs where we had sat.
"How did you lose your sight, Becodar?" asked Sherry presently. Becodar sat perfectly still for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "I will tell you. I will make the story short. Gentle God, what a thing it was! I was for Gonzales then a loyal gentleman, he called me I, a gentleman! But that was his way. I was more of a spy for him.
"And now, be gad, I believe I remember you. Are you Becodar?" "Si, senor." "Well, I'm damned!" Then, turning tome: "Lots of these fellows look so much alike that I didn't recognise this one. He's a character. Had a queer history. I'll get him to tell it." We walked on, one on either side, Sherry using his hat to wave away the smell of garlic.
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