“I hope we’ll not be forced to that. I shouldn’t at all like to leave it.”
“Like it or not, you may have no choice. And what does it signify where a man lives, so long as he’s got sixty thousand dollars to live on?”
“True; that ought to make any place pleasant.”
“Well; I tell you you’ll have it—maybe more. But not if we stand palavering here. Nos vamos!”
A call from Calderon summoned a servant, who is directed to have the horses brought to the door.
These soon appear, under the guidance of two ragged grooms; who, delivering them, see their masters mount and ride off they know not whither; nor care they so long as they are themselves left to idleness, with a plentiful supply of black beans, jerked-meat, and monté.
Soon the two horsemen disappear behind a ridge of hills; and the hypothecated house resumes its wonted look of desolation.