Quentin emptied his pocket upon the table.
“There’s more than enough here,” said the bandit. “You’d better keep some.”
Quentin put away a few bills, and they rejoined the group.
The conversation again turned upon revolutionary ideas, about which Pacheco and Bocanegra were most enthusiastic. The bandit spoke very devotedly of General Prim.
“I don’t think there is a man like him in the world, and you needn’t laugh, comrade,” said Pacheco to Quentin, “you are not as patriotic as I am.”
“Every person admires his own likeness,” replied Quentin coldly.
“Do you think I am like Prim?” asked the bandit.
“No. It is Prim who is like Pacheco.”
“I think I ought to be angry with you....”
Suddenly El Sardino’s voice interrupted the conversation, shouting: