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"
I
saw
Pablo
say
something
to
Cuatro
Dedos
and
he
moved
over
two
tables
and
some
benches
and
the
guards
stood
behind
them
with
their
shotguns
.
It
made
a
barricade
in
that
corner
of
the
room
.
Pablo
leaned
over
and
tapped
the
priest
on
the
shoulder
again
with
the
shotgun
and
the
priest
did
not
pay
attention
to
him
but
I
saw
Don
Pepe
watching
him
while
the
others
paid
no
attention
but
went
on
praying
.
Pablo
shook
his
head
and
,
seeing
Don
Pepe
looking
at
him
,
he
shook
his
head
at
Don
Pepe
and
showed
him
the
key
,
holding
it
up
in
his
hand
.
Don
Pepe
understood
and
he
dropped
his
head
and
commenced
to
pray
very
fast
.
"
Pablo
swung
his
legs
down
from
the
table
and
walked
around
it
to
the
big
chair
of
the
Mayor
on
the
raised
platform
behind
the
long
council
table
.
He
sat
down
in
it
and
rolled
himself
a
cigarette
,
all
the
time
watching
the
fascists
who
were
praying
with
the
priest
.
You
could
not
see
any
expression
on
his
face
at
all
.
The
key
was
on
the
table
in
front
of
him
.
It
was
a
big
key
of
iron
,
over
a
foot
long
.
Then
Pablo
called
to
the
guards
something
I
could
not
hear
and
one
guard
went
down
to
the
door
.
I
could
see
them
all
praying
faster
than
ever
and
I
knew
that
they
all
knew
now
.
"
Pablo
said
something
to
the
priest
but
the
priest
did
not
answer
.
Then
Pablo
leaned
forward
,
picked
up
the
key
and
tossed
it
underhand
to
the
guard
at
the
door
.
The
guard
caught
it
and
Pablo
smiled
at
him
.
Then
the
guard
put
the
key
in
the
door
,
turned
it
,
and
pulled
the
door
toward
him
,
ducking
behind
it
as
the
mob
rushed
in
.
"
I
saw
them
come
in
and
just
then
the
drunkard
on
the
chair
with
me
commenced
to
shout
‘
Ayee
!
Ayee
!
Ayee
!
’
and
pushed
his
head
forward
so
I
could
not
see
and
then
he
shouted
‘
Kill
them
!
Kill
them
!
Club
them
!
Kill
them
!
’
and
he
pushed
me
aside
with
his
two
arms
and
I
could
see
nothing
.
"
I
hit
my
elbow
into
his
belly
and
I
said
,
‘
Drunkard
,
whose
chair
is
this
?
Let
me
see
.
’
"
But
he
just
kept
shaking
his
hands
and
arms
against
the
bars
and
shouting
,
‘
Kill
them
!
Club
them
!
Club
them
!
that
’
s
it
.
Club
them
!
Kill
them
!
Cabrones
!
Cabrones
!
Cabrones
!
’
"
I
hit
him
hard
with
my
elbow
and
said
,
‘
Cabron
!
Drunkard
!
Let
me
see
.
’
"
Then
he
put
both
his
hands
on
my
head
to
push
me
down
and
so
he
might
see
better
and
leaned
all
his
weight
on
my
head
and
went
on
shouting
,
‘
Club
them
!
that
’
s
it
.
Club
them
!
’
"
‘
Club
yourself
,
’
I
said
and
I
hit
him
hard
where
it
would
hurt
him
and
it
hurt
him
and
he
dropped
his
hands
from
my
head
and
grabbed
himself
and
said
.
‘
No
hay
derecho
,
mujer
.
This
,
woman
,
you
have
no
right
to
do
.
’
And
in
that
moment
,
looking
through
the
bars
,
I
saw
the
hall
full
of
men
flailing
away
with
clubs
and
striking
with
flails
,
and
poking
and
striking
and
pushing
and
heaving
against
people
with
the
white
wooden
pitchforks
that
now
were
red
and
with
their
tines
broken
,
and
this
was
going
on
all
over
the
room
while
Pablo
sat
in
the
big
chair
with
his
shotgun
on
his
knees
,
watching
,
and
they
were
shouting
and
clubbing
and
stabbing
and
men
were
screaming
as
horses
scream
in
a
fire
.
And
I
saw
the
priest
with
his
skirts
tucked
up
scrambling
over
a
bench
and
those
after
him
were
chopping
at
him
with
the
sickles
and
the
reaping
hooks
and
then
some
one
had
hold
of
his
robe
and
there
was
another
scream
and
another
scream
and
I
saw
two
men
chopping
into
his
back
with
sickles
while
a
third
man
held
the
skirt
of
his
robe
and
the
priest
’
s
arms
were
up
and
he
was
clinging
to
the
back
of
a
chair
and
then
the
chair
I
was
standing
on
broke
and
the
drunkard
and
I
were
on
the
pavement
that
smelled
of
spilled
wine
and
vomit
and
the
drunkard
was
shaking
his
finger
at
me
and
saying
,
‘
No
hay
derecho
,
mujer
,
no
hay
derecho
.
You
could
have
done
me
an
injury
,
’
and
the
people
were
trampling
over
us
to
get
into
the
hall
of
the
Ayuntamiento
and
all
I
could
see
was
legs
of
people
going
in
the
doorway
and
the
drunkard
sitting
there
facing
me
and
holding
himself
where
I
had
hit
him
.
"
That
was
the
end
of
the
killing
of
the
fascists
in
our
town
and
I
was
glad
I
did
not
see
more
of
it
and
,
but
for
that
drunkard
,
I
would
have
seen
it
all
.
So
he
served
some
good
because
in
the
Ayuntamiento
it
was
a
thing
one
is
sorry
to
have
seen
.
