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Luis Cervantes gave himself away. His eyes shone
with such an obvious greed that Quail recanted and
said:
"Oh, I was just fooling you. I won't sell nothing! Just
the watch, see And that's only because I owe Pancracio
two hundred. He beat me at cards last night!"
Luis Cervantes pulled out four crisp "double-face" bills
of Villa's issue and placed them in Quail's hands.
"I'd like to buy the lot. . . . Besides, nobody will offer
you more than that!"
As the sun began to beat down upon them, Manteca
suddenly shouted:
"Ho, Blondie, your orderly says he doesn't care to go
on living. He says he's too damned tired to walk."
The prisoner had fallen in the middle of the road, utterly
exhausted.
"Well, well!" Blondie shouted, retracing his steps. "So
little mama's boy is tired, eh Poor little fellow. I'll buy
a glass case and keep you in a corner of my house just
as if you were the Virgin Mary's own little son. You've
got to reach home first, see So I'll help you a little,
sonny!"
He drew his sword out and struck the prisoner several
times.
"Let's have a look at your rope, Pancracio," he said.
There was a strange gleam in his eyes. Quail observed
that the prisoner no longer moved arm or leg. Blondie
burst into a loud guffaw: "The Goddamned fool. Just as
I was learning him to do without food, too!"
"Well, mate, we're almost to Guadalajara," Venancio
said, glancing over the smiling row of houses in Tepatitlan
nestling against the hillside.