There was a pause of a few minutes, during which the two gauchos yawned, so as almost to put their jaws out of joint.
"When is he to come?" asked Sacatripas.
"He will be certainly here at sunset."
Sacatripas raised his eyes, stifling a new yawn.
"Hum!" murmured he; "It is scarcely two in the afternoon; we have still three hours to wait; it is very long."
"You are getting weary," said his companion.
"I confess it to my shame—I am horribly tired," said he, lighting another puro.
"Time hangs heavily when there is nothing to do," sententiously remarked Mataseis.
"That is true," gaped Sacatripas, lighting his cigar.
"Ah! I have it! What do you say to a game?" said Mataseis.