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"
Certainly
not
!
"
answers
a
third
,
equally
well
versed
in
the
language
of
Cervantes
.
"
Let
's
have
a
look
at
his
larder
too
.
I
'm
hungry
enough
to
eat
raw
tasajo
.
"
"
Por
Dios
!
"
adds
the
fourth
and
last
of
the
quartette
,
in
the
same
sonorous
tongue
.
"
I
've
heard
that
he
keeps
a
cellar
.
If
so
--
"
The
chief
does
not
wait
for
his
follower
to
finish
the
hypothetical
speech
.
The
thought
of
a
cellar
appears
to
produce
a
powerful
effect
upon
him
--
stimulating
to
immediate
action
.
He
sets
his
heel
upon
the
skin
door
,
with
the
intention
of
pushing
it
open
.
It
resists
the
effort
.
"
Carrambo
!
it
's
barred
inside
!
Done
to
keep
out
intruders
in
his
absence
!
Lions
,
tigers
,
bears
,
buffaloes
--
perhaps
Indians
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
"
Another
kick
is
given
with
greater
force
.
The
door
still
keeps
its
place
.
"
Barricaded
with
something
--
something
heavy
too
.
It
wo
n't
yield
to
kicking
.
No
matter
.
I
'll
soon
see
what
's
inside
.
"
The
macheté
is
drawn
from
its
sheath
;
and
a
large
hole
cut
through
the
stretched
skin
,
that
covers
the
light
framework
of
wood
.
