Both had lighted cigarritos, and were puffing at them contentedly.

It had been a long time since Ned had seen such a picture of lazy ease.
"You like it here ?" he said to the nearest.
The man took the cigarrito from his mouth, emitted smoke from his nose and replied politely: "It is better to be here lying in the sun than out there on the grass with a Texan bullet through one's body.

Is it not so, Fernando ?" "Aye, it is so," replied his comrade.

"I like not the Texan bullets.

I am glad to be here where they cannot reach me.