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With
his
air
of
aimless
,
insect-like
going
to
and
fro
upon
the
face
of
the
rock
,
Don
Pepe
's
figure
kept
on
descending
steadily
,
and
,
when
near
the
bottom
,
sank
at
last
behind
the
roofs
of
store-houses
,
forges
,
and
workshops
.
For
a
time
the
pair
of
serenos
strolled
back
and
forth
before
the
bridge
,
on
which
they
had
stopped
a
horseman
holding
a
large
white
envelope
in
his
hand
.
Then
Don
Pepe
,
emerging
in
the
village
street
from
amongst
the
houses
,
not
a
stone
's
throw
from
the
frontier
bridge
,
approached
,
striding
in
wide
dark
trousers
tucked
into
boots
,
a
white
linen
jacket
,
sabre
at
his
side
,
and
revolver
at
his
belt
.
In
this
disturbed
time
nothing
could
find
the
Senor
Gobernador
with
his
boots
off
,
as
the
saying
is
.
At
a
slight
nod
from
one
of
the
serenos
,
the
man
,
a
messenger
from
the
town
,
dismounted
,
and
crossed
the
bridge
,
leading
his
horse
by
the
bridle
.
Don
Pepe
received
the
letter
from
his
other
hand
,
slapped
his
left
side
and
his
hips
in
succession
,
feeling
for
his
spectacle
case
.
After
settling
the
heavy
silvermounted
affair
astride
his
nose
,
and
adjusting
it
carefully
behind
his
ears
,
he
opened
the
envelope
,
holding
it
up
at
about
a
foot
in
front
of
his
eyes
.
The
paper
he
pulled
out
contained
some
three
lines
of
writing
.
He
looked
at
them
for
a
long
time
.
His
grey
moustache
moved
slightly
up
and
down
,
and
the
wrinkles
,
radiating
at
the
corners
of
his
eyes
,
ran
together
.
He
nodded
serenely
.
"
Bueno
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
is
no
answer
.
"
Then
,
in
his
quiet
,
kindly
way
,
he
engaged
in
a
cautious
conversation
with
the
man
,
who
was
willing
to
talk
cheerily
,
as
if
something
lucky
had
happened
to
him
recently
.
He
had
seen
from
a
distance
Sotillo
's
infantry
camped
along
the
shore
of
the
harbour
on
each
side
of
the
Custom
House
.
They
had
done
no
damage
to
the
buildings
.
The
foreigners
of
the
railway
remained
shut
up
within
the
yards
.
They
were
no
longer
anxious
to
shoot
poor
people
.
He
cursed
the
foreigners
;
then
he
reported
Montero
's
entry
and
the
rumours
of
the
town
.
The
poor
were
going
to
be
made
rich
now
.
That
was
very
good
.
More
he
did
not
know
,
and
,
breaking
into
propitiatory
smiles
,
he
intimated
that
he
was
hungry
and
thirsty
.
The
old
major
directed
him
to
go
to
the
alcalde
of
the
first
village
.
The
man
rode
off
,
and
Don
Pepe
,
striding
slowly
in
the
direction
of
a
little
wooden
belfry
,
looked
over
a
hedge
into
a
little
garden
,
and
saw
Father
Roman
sitting
in
a
white
hammock
slung
between
two
orange
trees
in
front
of
the
presbytery
.
An
enormous
tamarind
shaded
with
its
dark
foliage
the
whole
white
framehouse
.
A
young
Indian
girl
with
long
hair
,
big
eyes
,
and
small
hands
and
feet
,
carried
out
a
wooden
chair
,
while
a
thin
old
woman
,
crabbed
and
vigilant
,
watched
her
all
the
time
from
the
verandah
.
Don
Pepe
sat
down
in
the
chair
and
lighted
a
cigar
;
the
priest
drew
in
an
immense
quantity
of
snuff
out
of
the
hollow
of
his
palm
.
On
his
reddish-brown
face
,
worn
,
hollowed
as
if
crumbled
,
the
eyes
,
fresh
and
candid
,
sparkled
like
two
black
diamonds
.
Don
Pepe
,
in
a
mild
and
humorous
voice
,
informed
Father
Roman
that
Pedrito
Montero
,
by
the
hand
of
Senor
Fuentes
,
had
asked
him
on
what
terms
he
would
surrender
the
mine
in
proper
working
order
to
a
legally
constituted
commission
of
patriotic
citizens
,
escorted
by
a
small
military
force
.
The
priest
cast
his
eyes
up
to
heaven
.
However
,
Don
Pepe
continued
,
the
mozo
who
brought
the
letter
said
that
Don
Carlos
Gould
was
alive
,
and
so
far
unmolested
.
Father
Roman
expressed
in
a
few
words
his
thankfulness
at
hearing
of
the
Senor
Administrador
's
safety
.
The
hour
of
oration
had
gone
by
in
the
silvery
ringing
of
a
bell
in
the
little
belfry
.
The
belt
of
forest
closing
the
entrance
of
the
valley
stood
like
a
screen
between
the
low
sun
and
the
street
of
the
village
.
At
the
other
end
of
the
rocky
gorge
,
between
the
walls
of
basalt
and
granite
,
a
forest-clad
mountain
,
hiding
all
the
range
from
the
San
Tome
dwellers
,
rose
steeply
,
lighted
up
and
leafy
to
the
very
top
.
Three
small
rosy
clouds
hung
motionless
overhead
in
the
great
depth
of
blue
.
Knots
of
people
sat
in
the
street
between
the
wattled
huts
.
