We wished to secure copies of these old and rare books, and asked the _fiscal_ if there were any here.
He promptly replied that he had one at his house, and invited us to go there with him to see it.

We at once started, and on our way had to pass the drunken _presidente_ and the musicians.

As we drew near them the _presidente_, with drunken dignity, rose and said: "Where are you going, Senores ?" The _fiscal_ was for going directly onward without giving answer; we hesitated and began a reply.

Our delay was fatal; staggering up to us, his Honor said: "I shall not permit you to go; this man is drunk; he will be dangerous.

I am responsible for your safety." The _fiscal_, standing at a little distance, cried: "Senores! shall we go ?" We started toward him; the _presidente_ interfered: "No, Senores, you shall not go to-night; the man is drunk; return to your house." "_Vamonos_," (Let us go) hiccoughed the _fiscal.