“Ah, sir!” exclaimed Andong, blushing.
“Who’s guilty of that?”
“My mother-in-law, sir!”
Surprise and laughter followed these words. The alferez stopped and stared not unkindly at the wretch, who, thinking that his words had produced a good effect, went on with more spirit: “Yes, sir, my mother-in-law doesn’t give me anything to eat but what is rotten and unfit, so last night when I came by here with my belly aching I saw the yard of the barracks near and I said to myself, ‘It’s night-time, no one will see me.’ I went in—and then many shots sounded—”
A blow from the rattan cut his speech short.
“To the jail,” ordered the alferez. “This afternoon, to the capital!”
[1] A common nickname. See the Glossary, under Nicknames.—TR.