A gaff was selected, red silk thread for tying it on was waxed and rubbed thoroughly.

Tarsilo took in the creature with a gloomily impressive gaze, as if he were not looking at the bird so much as at something in the future.

He rubbed his hand across his forehead and said to his brother in a stifled voice, "Are you ready ?" "I?
Long ago! Without looking at them!" "But, our poor sister--" "_Aba!_ Haven't they told you that Don Crisostomo is the leader?
Didn't you see him walking with the Captain-General?
What risk do we run ?" "And if we get killed ?" "What's the difference?
Our father was flogged to death!" "You're right!" The brothers now sought for Lucas in the different groups.

As soon as they saw him Tarsilo stopped.

"No! Let's get out of here! We're going to ruin ourselves!" he exclaimed.
"Go on if you want to! I'm going to accept!" "Bruno!" Unfortunately, a man approached them, saying, "Are you betting?
I'm for the _bulik!_" The brothers did not answer.
"I'll give odds!" "How much ?" asked Bruno.
The man began to count out his pesos.