In vigorous words I made known my dissatisfaction.

The _segundo_, with his sword in one hand and _tortillas_ in the other, almost too drunk to walk, led us to the town-house and summoned the people before him.

He thundered forth his orders: "You dogs, children of a degraded race! Wretched brutes! What do you mean?
Why are you not bringing in breakfast for these gentlemen?
Eggs, _tortillas, frijoles_, chicken?
Why are you not supplying them?
Obey his order.

Fulfill your duty.

You hear?
If you do not fulfill your duty, you shall be punished.