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said to the young waiter:
"Here, kid, take these bills. It ain't much. But you'll
be all right with some alcohol and arnica."
After drinking a great deal of alcohol and beer, Demetrio
spoke:
"Pay the bill, Blondie, I'm going to leave you."
"I ain't got a penny, General, but that's all right. I'll
fix it. How much do we owe you, friend"
"One hundred and eighty pesos, Chief," the bartender
answered amiably.
Quickly, Blondie jumped behind the bar and with a
sweep of both arms, knocked down all the glasses and
bottles.
"Send the bill to General Villa, understand"
He left, laughing loudly at his prank.
"Say there, you, where do the girls hang out"
Blondie asked, reeling up drunkenly toward a small welldressed
man, standing at the door of a tailor shop.
The man stepped down to the sidewalk politely to let
Blondie pass.
Blondie stopped and looked at him curiously, impertinently.
"Little boy, you're very small and dainty, ain't you
. . . No . . . Then I'm a liar! . . . That's right! . . . You
know the puppet dance. . . . You don't The hell you
don't! . . . I met you in a circus! I know you can even
dance on a tightrope! . . . You watch!"
Blondie drew his gun out and began to shoot, aiming
at the tailor's feet; the tailor gave a little jump at every
pull of the trigger.
"See! You do know how to dance on the tightrope,