And Andrés drew from his boot a pack of greasy cards, which he complacently spread out on the table.
"Ah! That is a good idea," the monk exclaimed with sparkling eyes. "Let us have a game of monte."
"At your orders."
"Don Andrés, you are a most worthy gentlemen. What shall we play for?"
"Ah, hang it! That is true; we must play for something," the ranchero said, scratching his head.
"The merest trifle, simply to render the game interesting."
"Yes, but to do that man must possess the trifle."
"Do not let that trouble you. If you permit me I will make you a proposal."
"Do so, señor. You are a remarkable clever man, and can have none but bright ideas."
The monk bowed to his flattering insinuation.