He could imitate the Mexican gait perfectly, and no one paid any attention to him.

They were absorbed, moreover, in something else, because now the light of torches could be seen dimly in the south.

Officers threw down cards and dice.

Men straightened their uniforms and Cos and Sesma began to form companies in line.

More fuel was thrown on the fires, which sprang up, suffusing all the night with color and brightness.