Suddenly he felt a sharp blow in the stomach. As though his legs were putty, he rolled off the rock. His ears buzzed... Then darkness ...
silence ... eternity....
PART TWO
I
Demetrio, nonplussed, scratched his head: "Look here, don"t ask me any more questions.... You gave me the eagle I wear on my hat, didn"t you?
All right then; you just tell me: "Demetrio, do this or do that," and that"s all there is to it."
To champagne, that sparkles and foams as the beaded bubbles burst at the brim of the gla.s.s, Demetrio preferred the native tequila, limpid and fiery.
The soldiers sat in groups about the tables in the restaurant, ragged men, filthy with sweat, dirt and smoke, their hair matted, wild, disheveled.
"I killed two colonels," one man clamored in a guttural harsh voice. He was a small fat fellow, with embroidered hat and chamois coat, wearing a light purple handkerchief about his neck.
"They were so G.o.dd.a.m.ned fat they couldn"t even run. By G.o.d, I wish you could have seen them, tripping and stumbling at every step they took, climbing up the hill, red as tomatoes, their tongues hanging out like hounds. "Don"t run so fast, you lousy beggars!" I called after them.
"I"m not so fond of frightened geese--stop, You bald-headed b.a.s.t.a.r.ds: I won"t harm you! You needn"t worry!" By G.o.d, they certainly fell for it.
Pop, pop! One shot for each of them, and a well-earned rest for a pair of poor sinners, be d.a.m.ned to them!"
"I couldn"t get a single one of their generals!" said a swarthy man who sat in one corner between the wall and the bar, holding his rifle between his outstretched legs. "I sighted one: a fellow with a h.e.l.l of a lot of gold plastered all over him. His gold chevrons shone like a G.o.dd.a.m.ned sunset. And I let him go by, fool that I was. He took off his handkerchief and waved it. I stood there with my mouth wide open like a fool! Then I ducked and he started shooting, bullet after bullet. I let him kill a poor cargador. Then I said: "My turn, now! Holy Virgin, Mother of G.o.d! Don"t let me miss this son of a b.i.t.c.h." But, by Christ, he disappeared. He was riding a h.e.l.l of a fine nag; he went by me like lightning! There was another poor fool coming up the road. He got it and turned the prettiest somersault you ever saw!"
Talk flew from lip to lip, each soldier vying with his fellow, s.n.a.t.c.hing the words from the other"s mouth. As they declaimed pa.s.sionately, women with olive, swarthy skins, bright eyes, and teeth of ivory, with revolvers at their waists, cartridge-belts across their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and broad Mexican hats on their heads, wove their way like stray street curs in and out among groups. A vulgar wench, with rouged cheeks and dark brown arms and neck, gave a great leap and landed on the bar near Demetrio"s table.
He turned his head toward her and literally collided with a pair of lubric eyes under a narrow forehead and thick, straight hair, parted in the middle.
The door opened wide. Anastasio, Pancracio, Quail, and Meco filed in, dazed.
Anastasio uttered a cry of surprise and stepped forward to shake hands with the little fat man wearing a charro suit and a lavender bandanna.
A pair of old friends, met again. So warm was their embrace, so tightly they clutched each other that the blood rushed to their heads, they turned purple.
"Look here, Demetrio, I want the honor of introducing you to Blondie.
He"s a real friend, you know. I love him like a brother. You must get to know him, Chief, he"s a man! Do you remember that d.a.m.n jail at Escobedo, where we stayed together for over a year?"
Without removing his cigar from his lips, Demetrio, buried in a sullen silence amid the bustle and uproar, offered his hand and said:
"I"m delighted to meet you!"
"So your name is Demetrio Macias?" the girl asked suddenly. Seated on the bar, she swung her legs; at every swing, the toes of her shoes touched Demetrio"s back.
"Yes: I"m Demetrio Macias!" he said, scarcely turning toward her.
Indifferently, she continued to swing her legs, displaying her blue stockings with ostentation.
"Hey, War Paint, what are you doing here? Step down and have a drink!"
said the man called Blondie.
The girl accepted readily and boldly thrust her way through the crowd to a chair facing Demetrio.
"So you"re the famous Demetrio Macias, the hero of Zacatecas?" the girl asked.
Demetrio bowed a.s.sent, while Blondie, laughing, said:
"You"re a wise one, War Paint. You want to sport a general!"
Without understanding Blondie"s words, Demetrio raised his eyes to hers; they gazed at each other like two dogs sniffing one another with distrust. Demetrio could not resist her furiously provocative glances; he was forced to lower his eyes.
From their seats, some of Natera"s officers began to hurl obscenities at War Paint. Without paying the slightest attention, she said:
"General Natera is going to hand you out a little general"s eagle. Put it here and shake on it, boy!"
She stuck out her hand at Demetrio and shook it with the strength of a man. Demetrio, melting to the congratulations raining down upon him, ordered champagne.
"I don"t want no more to drink," Blondie said to the waiter, "I"m feeling sick. Just bring me some ice water."
"I want something to eat," said Pancracio. "Bring me anything you"ve got but don"t make it chili or beans!"
Officers kept coming in; presently the restaurant was crowded. Small stars, bars, eagles and insignia of every sort or description dotted their hats. They wore wide silk bandannas around their necks, large diamond rings on their fingers, large heavy gold watch chains across their b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
"Here, waiter," Blondie cried, "I ordered ice water. And I"m not begging for it either, see? Look at this bunch of bills. I"ll buy you, your wife, and all you possess, see? Don"t tell me there"s none left--I don"t care a d.a.m.n about that! It"s up to you to find some way to get it and G.o.dd.a.m.ned quick, too. I don"t like to play about; I get mad when I"m crossed.... By G.o.d, didn"t I tell you I wouldn"t stand for any backchat? You won"t bring it to me, eh? Well, take this...."
A heavy blow sent the waiter reeling to the floor.
"That"s the sort of man I am, General Macias! I"m clean-shaven, eh? Not a hair on my chin? Do you know why? Well, I"ll tell you! You see I get mad easy as h.e.l.l; and when there"s n.o.body to pick on, I pull my hair until my temper pa.s.ses. If I hadn"t pulled my beard hair by hair, I"d have died a long time ago from sheer anger!"
"It does you no good to go to pieces when you"re angry," a man affirmed earnestly from below a hat that covered his head as a roof does a house. "When I was up at Torreon I killed an old lady who refused to sell me some enchiladas. She was angry, I can tell you; I got no enchiladas but I felt satisfied anyhow!"
"I killed a storekeeper at Parral because he gave me some change and there were two Huerta bills in it," said a man with a star on his hat and precious stones on his black, calloused hands.
"Down in Chihuahua I killed a man because I always saw him sitting at the table whenever I went to eat. I hated the looks of him so I just killed him! What the h.e.l.l could I do!"
"Hmm! I killed...."
The theme is inexhaustible.
By dawn, when the restaurant was wild with joy and the floor dotted with spittle, young painted girls from the suburbs had mingled freely among the dark northern women. Demetrio pulled out his jeweled gold watch, asking Anastasio Montanez to tell him the time.
Anastasio glanced at the watch, then, poking his head out of a small window, gazed at the starry sky.
"The Pleiades are pretty low in the west. I guess it won"t be long now before daybreak...."
Outside the restaurant, the shouts, laughter and song of the drunkards rang through the air. Men galloped wildly down the streets, the hoofs of their horses hammering on the sidewalks. From every quarter of the town pistols spoke, guns belched. Demetrio and the girl called War Paint staggered tipsily hand in hand down the center of the street, bound for the hotel.