"How did you lose the sorrel?"
"What happened?"
Crawford jerked away as Aforismo bent forward with that belduque again. It carried him against Bueno, sitting on his other side. Bueno pushed him back roughly. Quartel shoved him from behind so hard his chest struck the table. A small, strangled sound escaped him.
"Tell us what happened."
"Sí, tell us, Crawford."
"What happened, Crawford?"
"Talk, damn you." Bueno's shove was harder.
"Tell us, Crawford." The knife prick was deeper. He jerked away from it. Bailey caught him and shoved him back brutally. He made a spasmodic effort to rise. Quartel put both hands on his shoulders and forced him back down. He tried to twist around. Aforismo's belduque was in his face. He jerked back the other way into Bailey. His hands knotted and writhed between his knees underneath the table. His whole body was shuddering now.
"Where's the sorrel?"
"How'd he break his neck?"