Madden cried indignantly, “What do you mean, anyway? This is great. Look at the stars.”
It was very quiet. Closing their eyes, they tried to stop shivering. Harvey searched in the side-pockets and found a half bottle of corn, which helped a little. In a sentimental voice, Gin began to sing:
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall When on the world a mist began to fall....
The others joined in, howling away in a canine ecstasy of grief. They were silent afterwards, revelling in a misty regret. Then Madden began,
Tu eres Lupita divina,
Como los rayos del sol.
Blake hummed along with him, filling in the gaps in his memory with an ambiguous gibberish. Harvey contributed,
She’d a dark and roving eye,
And her hair hung down in ringlets,
A nice girl, a decent girl (here his voice cracked)