"Some mischief must be on foot when the two brothers conceal it from me." At length the first shadow reached the gateway of the cemetery.

The three who were already there stepped forward.
"Is that you ?" "Is that you ?" "We must scatter, for they've followed me.

Tomorrow you'll get the arms and tomorrow night is the time.

The cry is, 'Viva Don Crisostomo!' Go!" The three shadows disappeared behind the stone walls.

The later arrival hid in the hollow of the gateway and waited silently.