“Quite better?”
“No. Not quite better. But he walks a little.”
“Wonderful how people heal.”
“Yes. We die very easily. But we also come quickly back to life.”
“And you? Did you fight the rebels, or didn’t they want to fight?”
“Yes, they wanted to. We fought once or twice; not very much.”
“Men killed?”
“Yes! Some! Not many, no? Perhaps a hundred. We can never tell, no? Maybe two hundred.”
He waved his hand vaguely.
“But you had the worst rebellion at Jamiltepec, no?” he said suddenly, with heavy Indian gravity, gloom, suddenly settling down.