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Updated: June 8, 2025
We've got to get rid of that beastly Bizco. Every time I see him hate him more and he disgusts me more." "Why?" "Because he's a brute. Let him go off to his old fox, Dolores. You and I can go to the theatre every night." "How?" "With the claque. We don't have to pay. All we have to do is applaud when we get the signal."
Manuel, always with a chip on his shoulder, was disposed to show his enemy challenge; Bizco, doubtless, noticed this scornful hatred in Manuel's eyes, and this confused him.
Vidal would say to Manuel, at the very moment of the robbery, when El Bizco already had the stolen sheet or chemise under his coat: "If anyone happens along, don't say a word; nothing. Let them arrest him; we'll shut up tight as clams, absolutely motionless; if they ask anything, we know nothing. Right-o?" "Agreed."
He inquired after his friends in the taverns on the Andalucia cart-road, at La Llorosa, Las Injurias, and a chum of El Bizco, who was named El Chingui, told him that El Bizco was staying at Las Cambroneras, at the home of a well-known thieving strumpet called Dolores the Scandalous. Manuel went off to Las Cambroneras, asked for Dolores and was shown a door in a patio inhabited by gipsies.
At night the three comrades, somewhat the worse for wine, ambled up Embajadores Street, turning into the surrounding road. "Where am I going to sleep?" asked Manuel. "Come over to my house," answered Vidal. When they came in sight of Casa Blanca, El Bizco left them. "Thank the Lord that tramp has gone," muttered Vidal. "Have you had a scrap with him?" "He's a beastly fellow.
"Why?" asked his companion. "I'd rather freeze." "As you please, then. I know one of these fellows. He's El Interprete." "And who is this Interprete?" "The captain of all the mountain vagabonds." Despite these assurances Manuel hesitated. "Who's there?" came a voice from inside. "I," answered El Bizco. Manuel dashed off at full speed.
He pondered the thought deeply, and yet, despite this, he took the direction of the bridge, glanced into the sands, and failing to find his friends there continued along the Canal, crossed the Manzanares by one of the laundry bridges and came out on Andalucia road. In a lunch-room that sheltered a few tables beneath its roof were Vidal and Bizco in company of a group of idlers playing cane.
Manuel called to El Bizco and, when the cross-eyed fellow awoke, asked after Vidal. "He'll be here right away," said El Bizco, and then, turning upon the old lady, he growled: "Hey, you, fetch my boots." Dolores was slow in executing his orders, whereupon El Bizco, wishing to show off his domination over the woman, struck her.
Then Vidal, indicating the opposite direction to their dupe, had shouted: "Run, run, there goes your goat." And as the youth trotted off in the direction indicated, Vidal escaped to Las Injurias, joining Bizco and his sweetheart. They were still dining on the goat's meat. "That's what you ought to do," suggested Vidal. "Come with us. This is the life of a lord! Why, listen here.
Manuel thought it silly to be talking of all this opulence when neither of them had enough to buy a meal. Pretending important matters, he took leave of Roberto. Dolores the Scandalous Pastiri's Tricks Tender Savagery A Modest Out-of-the-way Robbery. After a week spent in sleeping in the open Manuel decided one day to rejoin Vidal and Bizco and to take up their evil ways.
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