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But
he
reined
in
his
horse
and
inclined
his
head
sideways
on
seeing
the
old
major
step
out
,
very
tall
and
meagre
,
in
a
straight
narrow
coat
coming
down
to
his
ankles
as
it
were
the
casing
of
the
regimental
colours
rolled
round
their
staff
.
The
intelligent
old
warrior
,
after
enunciating
in
a
dogmatic
tone
the
general
proposition
that
the
"
world
was
full
of
traitors
,
"
went
on
pronouncing
deliberately
a
panegyric
upon
Sotillo
.
He
ascribed
to
him
with
leisurely
emphasis
every
virtue
under
heaven
,
summing
it
all
up
in
an
absurd
colloquialism
current
amongst
the
lower
class
of
Occidentals
(
especially
about
Esmeralda
)
.
"
And
,
"
he
concluded
,
with
a
sudden
rise
in
the
voice
,
"
a
man
of
many
teeth
--
'
hombre
de
muchos
dientes
.
'
Si
,
senor
.
As
to
us
,
"
he
pursued
,
portentous
and
impressive
,
"
your
worship
is
beholding
the
finest
body
of
officers
in
the
Republic
,
men
unequalled
for
valour
and
sagacity
,
'
y
hombres
de
muchos
dientes
.
"'
"
What
?
All
of
them
?
"
inquired
the
disreputable
envoy
of
Senor
Fuentes
,
with
a
faint
,
derisive
smile
.
"
Todos
.
Si
,
senor
,
"
the
major
affirmed
,
gravely
,
with
conviction
.
"
Men
of
many
teeth
.
"
The
other
wheeled
his
horse
to
face
the
portal
resembling
the
high
gate
of
a
dismal
barn
.
He
raised
himself
in
his
stirrups
,
extended
one
arm
.
He
was
a
facetious
scoundrel
,
entertaining
for
these
stupid
Occidentals
a
feeling
of
great
scorn
natural
in
a
native
from
the
central
provinces
.
The
folly
of
Esmeraldians
especially
aroused
his
amused
contempt
.
He
began
an
oration
upon
Pedro
Montero
,
keeping
a
solemn
countenance
.
He
flourished
his
hand
as
if
introducing
him
to
their
notice
.
And
when
he
saw
every
face
set
,
all
the
eyes
fixed
upon
his
lips
,
he
began
to
shout
a
sort
of
catalogue
of
perfections
:
"
Generous
,
valorous
,
affable
,
profound
"
--
(
he
snatched
off
his
hat
enthusiastically
)
--
"
a
statesman
,
an
invincible
chief
of
partisans
--
"
He
dropped
his
voice
startlingly
to
a
deep
,
hollow
note
--
"
and
a
dentist
.
"
He
was
off
instantly
at
a
smart
walk
;
the
rigid
straddle
of
his
legs
,
the
turned-out
feet
,
the
stiff
back
,
the
rakish
slant
of
the
sombrero
above
the
square
,
motionless
set
of
the
shoulders
expressing
an
infinite
,
awe-inspiring
impudence
.
Upstairs
,
behind
the
jalousies
,
Sotillo
did
not
move
for
a
long
time
.
The
audacity
of
the
fellow
appalled
him
.
What
were
his
officers
saying
below
?
They
were
saying
nothing
.
Complete
silence
.
He
quaked
.
It
was
not
thus
that
he
had
imagined
himself
at
that
stage
of
the
expedition
.
He
had
seen
himself
triumphant
,
unquestioned
,
appeased
,
the
idol
of
the
soldiers
,
weighing
in
secret
complacency
the
agreeable
alternatives
of
power
and
wealth
open
to
his
choice
.
Alas
!
How
different
!
Distracted
,
restless
,
supine
,
burning
with
fury
,
or
frozen
with
terror
,
he
felt
a
dread
as
fathomless
as
the
sea
creep
upon
him
from
every
side
.
That
rogue
of
a
doctor
had
to
come
out
with
his
information
.
That
was
clear
.
It
would
be
of
no
use
to
him
--
alone
.
He
could
do
nothing
with
it
.
Malediction
!
The
doctor
would
never
come
out
.
He
was
probably
under
arrest
already
,
shut
up
together
with
Don
Carlos
.
He
laughed
aloud
insanely
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
It
was
Pedrito
Montero
who
would
get
the
information
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
--
and
the
silver
.
Ha
!
All
at
once
,
in
the
midst
of
the
laugh
,
he
became
motionless
and
silent
as
if
turned
into
stone
.
He
too
,
had
a
prisoner
.
A
prisoner
who
must
,
must
know
the
real
truth
.
He
would
have
to
be
made
to
speak
.
And
Sotillo
,
who
all
that
time
had
not
quite
forgotten
Hirsch
,
felt
an
inexplicable
reluctance
at
the
notion
of
proceeding
to
extremities
.
