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Updated: May 25, 2025
It was gloomy and the silence was almost death-like. The Civil Guards and the cuaderilleros who were occupying the room scarcely spoke and the few words that they did pronounce were in a low tone. Around the table sat the directorcillo, two writers and some soldiers scribbling papers. The alferez walked from one side to the other, looking from time to time ferociously toward the door.
And it was time for them to do so, for the cuaderilleros were coming to the scene with fixed bayonets. In the meantime, what was the curate doing? Father Salví had not gone to bed. Standing on foot, immovable and leaning his face against the shutter, he was looking toward the plaza and, from time to time, a suppressed sigh escaped his breast.
Don Filipo looked about him, in search of help. He saw Ibarra. "Señor Ibarra, for my sake, as a favor, hold them while I seek some cuaderilleros." "What can I do?" asked the young man, perplexed. But the teniente mayor was already in the distance. Ibarra in turn looked about him, for he knew not whom. Fortunately, he thought he discerned Elias, in the crowd, but not taking an active part in it.
By half-past seven, when other Civil Guards arrived from neighboring towns, the current version of the affair was already clear and detailed. "I have just come from the tribunal, where I have seen Don Filipo and Don Crisostomo prisoners," said a man to Sister Puté. "I talked with one of the cuaderilleros on guard.
In the light of the day which promised to be a splendid one could be seen in the distance, like ash-colored shadows, soldiers hurrying about in confusion. "There goes another corpse!" said some one from one of the windows. "One? I see two." "And so do I. But do you know what it was?" asked a man with a crafty face. "Certainly. The cuaderilleros." "No, Señor. An uprising at the cuartel."
It was sufficient to have the poor but valiant cuaderilleros chase them, with their imperfect arms that body of men so often calumniated by those who have written upon our country, those men who have three legal rights, to do their duty, to fight and to die. And for all that, a jest as recompense. Now there are tulisanes who will be tulisanes all their lives.
They say that it was the cuaderilleros against the Civil Guards. For this reason, they have arrested Don Filipo." "Sanctus Deus! They say that there are no less than fourteen killed." Other windows were opened and different faces appeared, exchanging salutations and commenting on the affair.
"I saw him twice speaking with the sacristan mayor," observed a girl. "It couldn't have been to confess himself or to order a mass!" The neighbors gathered together and a large circle surrounded the corpse which was still swinging. In half an hour some officers and two cuaderilleros arrived. They took the body down and put it in a wheelbarrow.
The arrival of two cuaderilleros, carrying a human form in a wheelbarrow, and followed by a Civil Guard, produced a great sensation. It was supposed that they came from the convent. From the form of the feet which were hanging down, they tried to guess who it could be.
Women and children wept, chairs and spectators were rolled over on the floor in the midst of the confusion, rush and tumult. "What has happened?" Two Civil Guards with sticks in hand had gone after the musicians in order to put an end to the spectacle. The teniente mayor, with the cuaderilleros, armed with their old sabers, had managed to arrest the two Civil Guards in spite of their resistance.
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