“I am a sailor,” he continued. “The bicycle was to take me to the quay, where I must be in all speed. Has anyone here a cart or conveyance to take me there, for money paid, or had I better run?”
“Paco has a horse, which is in Las Palomas this day,” Enobbio said. “His son, Enrique, has a mule.”
“Enrique is indeed by God’s mercy the owner of a mule,” Camilla said, “but on this day he is with the mule, packing stores to the railway siding for the miners.”
“A railway siding,” Sard said. “They might run me to Las Palomas in a truck.”
“The rail does not run to Las Palomas, señor. It runs from the mines of Tloatlucan to the seashore here, where barges come for the copper.”
“Then I had better run,” Sard said.
“Run,” Enobbio said, “run to Las Palomas?”
“Yes.”
“It is a league and a half.”
“Even so. I must be on board my ship within half an hour.”