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"
‘
We
must
administer
it
well
to
deserve
it
,
’
said
another
.
‘
Pilar
,
’
he
said
to
me
,
‘
when
do
we
have
a
meeting
for
organization
?
’
"
‘
Immediately
after
this
is
completed
,
’
I
told
him
.
‘
In
the
same
building
of
the
Ayuntamiento
.
’
"
I
was
wearing
one
of
the
three
-
cornered
patent
leather
hats
of
the
guardia
civil
as
a
joke
and
I
had
put
the
hammer
down
on
the
pistol
,
holding
it
with
my
thumb
to
lower
it
as
I
pulled
on
the
trigger
as
seemed
natural
,
and
the
pistol
was
held
in
a
rope
I
had
around
my
waist
,
the
long
barrel
stuck
under
the
rope
.
And
when
I
put
it
on
the
joke
seemed
very
good
to
me
,
although
afterwards
I
wished
I
had
taken
the
holster
of
the
pistol
instead
of
the
hat
.
But
one
of
the
men
in
the
line
said
to
me
,
‘
Pilar
,
daughter
.
It
seems
to
me
bad
taste
for
thee
to
wear
that
hat
.
Now
we
have
finished
with
such
things
as
the
guardia
civil
.
’
"
‘
Then
,
’
I
said
,
‘
I
will
take
it
off
.
’
And
I
did
.
"
‘
Give
it
to
me
,
’
he
said
.
‘
It
should
be
destroyed
.
’
"
And
as
we
were
at
the
far
end
of
the
line
where
the
walk
runs
along
the
cliff
by
the
river
,
he
took
the
hat
in
his
hand
and
sailed
it
off
over
the
cliff
with
the
motion
a
herdsman
makes
throwing
a
stone
underhand
at
the
bulls
to
herd
them
.
The
hat
sailed
far
out
into
space
and
we
could
see
it
smaller
and
smaller
,
the
patent
leather
shining
in
the
clear
air
,
sailing
down
to
the
river
.
I
looked
back
over
the
square
and
at
all
the
windows
and
all
the
balconies
there
were
people
crowded
and
there
was
the
double
line
of
men
across
the
square
to
the
doorway
of
the
Ayuntamiento
and
the
crowd
swarmed
outside
against
the
windows
of
that
building
and
there
was
the
noise
of
many
people
talking
,
and
then
I
heard
a
shout
and
some
one
said
‘
Here
comes
the
first
one
,
’
and
it
was
Don
Benito
Garcia
,
the
Mayor
,
and
he
came
out
bareheaded
walking
slowly
from
the
door
and
down
the
porch
and
nothing
happened
;
and
he
walked
between
the
line
of
men
with
the
flails
and
nothing
happened
.
He
passed
two
men
,
four
men
,
eight
men
,
ten
men
and
nothing
happened
and
he
was
walking
between
that
line
of
men
,
his
head
up
,
his
fat
face
gray
,
his
eyes
looking
ahead
and
then
flickering
from
side
to
side
and
walking
steadily
.
And
nothing
happened
.
"
From
a
balcony
some
one
cried
out
,
‘
Qué
pasa
,
cobardes
?
What
is
the
matter
,
cowards
?
’
and
still
Don
Benito
walked
along
between
the
men
and
nothing
happened
.
Then
I
saw
a
man
three
men
down
from
where
I
was
standing
and
his
face
was
working
and
he
was
biting
his
lips
and
his
hands
were
white
on
his
flail
.
I
saw
him
looking
toward
Don
Benito
,
watching
him
come
on
.
And
still
nothing
happened
.
Then
,
just
before
Don
Benito
came
abreast
of
this
man
,
the
man
raised
his
flail
high
so
that
it
struck
the
man
beside
him
and
smashed
a
blow
at
Don
Benito
that
hit
him
on
the
side
of
the
head
and
Don
Benito
looked
at
him
and
the
man
struck
again
and
shouted
,
‘
That
for
you
,
Cabron
,
’
and
the
blow
hit
Don
Benito
in
the
face
and
he
raised
his
hands
to
his
face
and
they
beat
him
until
he
fell
and
the
man
who
had
struck
him
first
called
to
others
to
help
him
and
he
pulled
on
the
collar
of
Don
Benito
’
s
shirt
and
others
took
hold
of
his
arms
and
with
his
face
in
the
dust
of
the
plaza
,
they
dragged
him
over
the
walk
to
the
edge
of
the
cliff
and
threw
him
over
and
into
the
river
.
And
the
man
who
hit
him
first
was
kneeling
by
the
edge
of
the
cliff
looking
over
after
him
and
saying
,
‘
The
Cabron
!
The
Cabron
!
Oh
,
the
Cabron
!
’
He
was
a
tenant
of
Don
Benito
and
they
had
never
gotten
along
together
.
There
had
been
a
dispute
about
a
piece
of
land
by
the
river
that
Don
Benito
had
taken
from
this
man
and
let
to
another
and
this
man
had
long
hated
him
.
This
man
did
not
join
the
line
again
but
sat
by
the
cliff
looking
down
where
Don
Benito
had
fallen
.
"
After
Don
Benito
no
one
would
come
out
.
There
was
no
noise
now
in
the
plaza
as
all
were
waiting
to
see
who
it
was
that
would
come
out
.
Then
a
drunkard
shouted
in
a
great
voice
,
‘
Qué
salga
el
toro
!
Let
the
bull
out
!
’
"
Then
some
one
from
by
the
windows
of
the
Ayuntamiento
yelled
,
‘
They
won
’
t
move
!
They
are
all
praying
!
’
