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All morning long he had been pondering as much of Luis Cervantes' speech as he had understood. "I heard him too," Anastasio answered. "People who can read and write get things clear, all right; nothing was ever truer. But what I can't make out is how you're going to go and meet Natera with as few men as we have." "That's nothing. We're going to do things different now.
Wine and beer were served; Demetrio and Natera drank many a toast. Luis Cervantes proposed: "The triumph of our cause, which is the sublime triumph of Justice, because our ideal to free the noble, long-suffering people of Mexico is about to be realized and because those men who have watered the earth with their blood and tears will reap the harvest which is rightfully theirs."
"Gathering alfalfa for my cow." "How many Federals are there around here?" "Just a few: not more than a dozen, I reckon." The old man grew communicative. He told them of many important rumors: Obregon was besieging Guadalajara, Torres was in complete control of the Potosi region, Natera ruled over Fresnillo.
Trains were overloaded with people; there was a scarcity of trucks and coaches; hundreds of people, panic-stricken, walked along the highroad with their belongings in a pack slung over their shoulders. General Panfilo Natera was assembling his men at Fresnillo; the Federals already felt it was all up with them.
"Will it be all right if we go with Natera?" "Not only all right," Venancio said insinuatingly, "but I think it absolutely necessary." "Now Chief," Cervantes pursued, "I took a fancy to you the first time I laid eyes on you and I like you more and more every day because I realize what you are worth. Please let me be utterly frank. You do not yet realize your lofty noble function.
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