"Are you hungry?"
"I don't know."
"You'll be able to eat soon. I've been feeding you through a needle for seven hours. How would you like a steak?"
"What time is it?"
"Five o'clock," Souza said. "I've been here with you all afternoon, Don Mateo."
"What's this 'Don' business?"
Souza smiled. "I am glad to see that you are making jokes, compañero."
"Where in hell are we?"
Souza and the doctor took turns in telling the story. The soldiers had picked him up in the road some ninety miles from San Hermano. More dead than alive, they put him in the lorry and rushed him to their garrison. There, while the commandant examined his papers, the doctor, Captain Dorado, moved him into the commandant's room and gave him his first shot of adrenalin.
"Was it a heart attack?" Hall asked.