"Marcones."
Whereupon an octogenarian official approached the door of the box with his shiny, peaked, blue cloth cap in his hand.
The mayor conferred with him for some minutes; and then Marcones ascended the gallery, and reappeared holding a young man in sailor dress by the arm. They both approached the mayor's box, and then Don Roque proceeded to rebuke the offender in a voice which he only partially succeeded in modulating, for, from time to time, one overheard such remarks as: "Disturber of the peace! Have you no manners whatsoever! You are a belligerent animal! Do you think you are in a tavern?"
The sailor received the reprimand with his eyes on the ground.
A voice cried from the pit:
"Let him be taken to prison."
Then another voice from the gallery immediately returned:
"Let Pepe de la Esquila be taken too."
"Silence! Silence!"
The mayor, after having sharply rebuked Percebe, let him return to his seat, to the great delight of the gallery, who received him back with hurrahs and applause.