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Pasa
,
glancing
demurely
with
her
saintly
eyes
,
instantly
perceived
his
resemblance
to
her
parrot
,
Chichi
,
and
was
diverted
to
the
extent
of
a
smile
.
The
comandante
saw
the
smile
,
which
was
not
intended
for
him
.
Convinced
of
an
impression
made
,
he
entered
the
shop
,
confidently
,
and
advanced
to
open
compliment
.
Pasa
froze
;
he
pranced
;
she
flamed
royally
;
he
was
charmed
to
injudicious
persistence
;
she
commanded
him
to
leave
the
shop
;
he
tried
to
capture
her
hand
,
--
and
Dicky
entered
,
smiling
broadly
,
full
of
white
wine
and
the
devil
.
He
spent
five
minutes
in
punishing
the
comandante
scientifically
and
carefully
,
so
that
the
pain
might
be
prolonged
as
far
as
possible
.
At
the
end
of
that
time
he
pitched
the
rash
wooer
out
the
door
upon
the
stones
of
the
street
,
senseless
.
A
barefooted
policeman
who
had
been
watching
the
affair
from
across
the
street
blew
a
whistle
.
A
squad
of
four
soldiers
came
running
from
the
cuartel
around
the
corner
.
When
they
saw
that
the
offender
was
Dicky
,
they
stopped
,
and
blew
more
whistles
,
which
brought
out
reënforcements
of
eight
.
Deeming
the
odds
against
them
sufficiently
reduced
,
the
military
advanced
upon
the
disturber
.
Dicky
,
being
thoroughly
imbued
with
the
martial
spirit
,
stooped
and
drew
the
comandante
's
sword
,
which
was
girded
about
him
,
and
charged
his
foe
.
He
chased
the
standing
army
four
squares
,
playfully
prodding
its
squealing
rear
and
hacking
at
its
ginger-coloured
heels
.
But
he
was
not
so
successful
with
the
civic
authorities
.
Six
muscular
,
nimble
policemen
overpowered
him
and
conveyed
him
,
triumphantly
but
warily
,
to
jail
.
"
El
Diablo
Colorado
"
they
dubbed
him
,
and
derided
the
military
for
its
defeat
.
Dicky
,
with
the
rest
of
the
prisoners
,
could
look
out
through
the
barred
door
at
the
grass
of
the
little
plaza
,
at
a
row
of
orange
trees
and
the
red
tile
roofs
and
'
dobe
walls
of
a
line
of
insignificant
stores
.
At
sunset
along
a
path
across
this
plaza
came
a
melancholy
procession
of
sad-faced
women
bearing
plantains
,
cassaba
,
bread
and
fruit
--
each
coming
with
food
to
some
wretch
behind
those
bars
to
whom
she
still
clung
and
furnished
the
means
of
life
.
Twice
a
day
--
morning
and
evening
--
they
were
permitted
to
come
.
Water
was
furnished
to
her
compulsory
guests
by
the
republic
,
but
no
food
.
That
evening
Dicky
's
name
was
called
by
the
sentry
,
and
he
stepped
before
the
bars
of
the
door
.
There
stood
his
little
saint
,
a
black
mantilla
draped
about
her
head
and
shoulders
,
her
face
like
glorified
melancholy
,
her
clear
eyes
gazing
longingly
at
him
as
if
they
might
draw
him
between
the
bars
to
her
.
She
brought
a
chicken
,
some
oranges
,
dulces
and
a
loaf
of
white
bread
.
A
soldier
inspected
the
food
,
and
passed
it
in
to
Dicky
.
Pasa
spoke
calmly
,
as
she
always
did
,
briefly
,
in
her
thrilling
,
flute-like
tones
.
"
Angel
of
my
life
,
"
she
said
,
"
let
it
not
be
long
that
thou
art
away
from
me
.
Thou
knowest
that
life
is
not
a
thing
to
be
endured
with
thou
not
at
my
side
.
Tell
me
if
I
can
do
aught
in
this
matter
.
If
not
,
I
will
wait
--
a
little
while
.
I
come
again
in
the
morning
.
"
Dicky
,
with
his
shoes
removed
so
as
not
to
disturb
his
fellow
prisoners
,
tramped
the
floor
of
the
jail
half
the
night
condemning
his
lack
of
money
and
the
cause
of
it
--
whatever
that
might
have
been
.
He
knew
very
well
that
money
would
have
bought
his
release
at
once
.
