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Maybe he knew,
I never knew.
The blood flowed out
Of that mortal wound.
Did he know why
I don't know why.
Maybe he knew,
I never knew.
His head lowered, his hands crossed over the pommel
of his saddle, Demetrio in melancholy accents sang the
strains of the intriguing song. Then he fell silent; for
quite a while he continued to feel oppressed and sad.
"You'll see, as soon as we reach Lagos you'll come out
of it, General. There's plenty of pretty girls to give us a
good time," Blondie said.
"Right now I feel like getting damn drunk," Demetrio
answered, spurring his horse forward and leaving
them as if he wished to abandon himself entirely to his
sadness.
After many hours of riding he called Cervantes.
"Listen, Tenderfoot, why in hell do we have to go to
Aguascalientes"
"You have to vote for the Provisional President of the
Republic, General!"
"President, what Who in the devil, then, is this man
Carranza I'll be damned if I know what it's all about."
At last they reached Lagos. Blondie bet that he would
make Demetrio laugh that evening.
Trailing his spurs noisily over the pavement, Demetrio
entered "El Cosmopolita" with Luis Cervantes,
Blondie, and his assistants.
The civilians, surprised in their attempt to escape, remained
where they were. Some feigned to return to their
tables to continue drinking and talking; others hesitantly