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"If you want my opinion, I'm not much on gambling.
Do you want to bet Well, come on then, I'm game.
How do you like the sound of this leather snake jingling,
eh"
Anastasio shook his belt; the silver coins rang as he
shook them together.
Meanwhile, Pancracio dealt the cards, the jack of
spades turned up out of the deck and a quarrel ensued.
Altercation, noise, then shouts, and, at last, insults. Pancracio
brought his stony face close to Manteca, who
looked at him with snake's eyes, convulsive, foaming at
the mouth. Another moment and they would have been
exchanging blows. Having completely exhausted their
stock of direct insults, they now resorted to the most
flowery and ornate insulting of each other's ancestors,
male and female, paternal or maternal. Yet nothing untoward
occurred.
After their supply of words was exhausted, they gave
over gambling and, their arms about each other's shoulders,
marched off in search of a drink of alcohol.
"I don't like to fight with my tongue either, it's not decent.
I'm right, too, eh I tell you no man living has ever
breathed a word to me against my mother. I want to be
respected, see That's why you've never seen me fooling
with anyone." There was a pause. Then, suddenly, "Look
there, Tenderfoot," Anastasio said, changing his tone
and standing up with one hand spread over his eyes.
"What's that dust over there behind the hillock. By God,
what if it's those damned Federals and we sitting here
doing nothing. Come on, let's go and warn the rest of the
boys."
The news met with cries of joy.
"Ah, we're going to meet them!" cried Pancracio jubilantly,
first among them to rejoice.
"Of course, we're going to meet them! We'll strip them
clean of everything they brought with them."