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I'm sick and tired of War Paint and this other little angel from heaven won't even look at me!" Luis Cervantes saw that the last remark was addressed to his bride; with great surprise he realized that it was not Demetrio's foot he had noticed close to the girl's, but Blondie's. He was boiling with indignation. "Keep your eye on me, boys," Blondie went on, gun in hand.
Trailing his spurs noisily over the pavement, Demetrio entered "El Cosmopolita" with Luis Cervantes, Blondie, and his assistants. The civilians, surprised in their attempt to escape, remained where they were. Some feigned to return to their tables to continue drinking and talking; others hesitantly stepped up to present their respects to the commander. "General, so pleased! ... Major!
Blondie asked, reeling up drunkenly toward a small well-dressed man, standing at the door of a tailor shop. The man stepped down to the sidewalk politely to let Blondie pass. Blondie stopped and looked at him curiously, impertinently. "Little boy, you're very small and dainty, ain't you? ... No? ... Then I'm a liar! ... That's right! ... You know the puppet dance.... You don't?
Holding his sides with laughter, he said to the young waiter: "Here, kid, take these bills. It ain't much. But you'll be all right with some alcohol and arnica." After drinking a great deal of alcohol and beer, Demetrio spoke: "Pay the bill, Blondie, I'm going to leave you." "I ain't got a penny, General, but that's all right. I'll fix it. How much do we owe you, friend?"
Faces that had been dark and gloomy were now illumined with joy. "To Jalisco, boys!" cried Blondie, pounding on the counter. "Make ready, all you darling Jalisco girls of my heart, for I'm coming along too!" Quail shouted, twisting back the brim of his hat. The enthusiasm and rejoicing were general. Demetrio's friends, in the excitement of drunkenness, offered their services.
"I don't know what the hell this she-devil's got, but she always beats everybody to it," cried Blondie. "She's been the same ever since she joined us at Tierra Blanca!" "Hey, Pancracio, bring me some alfalfa for my horse," War Paint commanded crisply, throwing the horse's rope to one of the soldiers. Once more they filled their glasses. Many a head hung low with fatigue or drunkenness.
"One hundred and eighty pesos, Chief," the bartender answered amiably. Quickly, Blondie jumped behind the bar and with a sweep of both arms, knocked down all the glasses and bottles. "Send the bill to General Villa, understand?" He left, laughing loudly at his prank. "Say there, you, where do the girls hang out?"
Camilla, who had witnessed the scene, spurred her horse and caught up with Demetrio. "What a brute that Blondie is: you ought to see what he did to a wretched prisoner," she said. Then she told Demetrio what had occurred. The latter wrinkled his brow but made no answer. War Paint called Camilla aside. "Hey you ... what are you gobbling about? Blondie's my man, understand?
Demetrio was so happy that he could scarcely speak. They were going to fight Orozco and his men! At last, they would pit themselves against real men! At last they would stop shooting down the Federals like so many rabbits or wild turkeys. "If I could get hold of Orozco alive," Blondie said, "I'd rip off the soles of his feet and make him walk twenty-four hours over the sierra!"
The girl accepted readily and boldly thrust her way through the crowd to a chair facing Demetrio. "So you're the famous Demetrio Macias, the hero of Zacatecas?" the girl asked. Demetrio bowed assent, while Blondie, laughing, said: "You're a wise one, War Paint. You want to sport a general!"
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