“Let me go,” Hi said.
“I thought I heard the horses,” Donna Emilia said.
“There are no horses.”
“There is a noise though,” Hi said. “There is shouting. Someone is shouting and coming along the road.”
Rosa was sitting beside Hi. She clutched his arm as though she wished to crush it. He felt her tremble or thrill like a taut guy suddenly stricken.
“Hi,” she whispered, “is it rioters in the road, mobbing her?”
“No, no,” Hi said, “it sounds like a man crying news.”
“Listen,” Don Inocencio said.
“It is only one voice,” Hi said.
“Yes, it is only one voice.”