"That is what is called an unanswerable argument," he said, as he placed the bottle to his lips and threw back his head, as if contemplating the stars.
He remained in this position till all the remaining liquor had passed down his throat.
"Ah!" he said, with an accent of regret, "It was good."
"What do you mean?" Kidd exclaimed, with pretended surprise; "Is there none left?"
"I do not think so," the Indian remarked, with a drunkard's gravity; "it is a pity that these bottles are so small."
And with that he threw it into the road.
"I agree with you that the rancheros are robbers."
"Yes," said the asistente, with a hiccough, "robbers; but soon—we shall drink as much as we like."
"Eh, eh, that will not be unpleasant; but where will it be?"
"Where? Why, at the Hacienda del Toro."