They went into a tavern where Pacheco explained to his friend how the horses must be. The matter must have been arduous and difficult, for the coachman lost himself in a labyrinth of endless equinal considerations. The bandit kept filling and refilling his glass for him as he drank.
“Man,” said Pacheco, “today I was taken to a tavern where there was a superior wine that you can’t find anywhere else.”
“Really?”
“I should say so. Would you like to go and see if we can find it?”
“Well, you see I’ve got to go at eleven-thirty.”
“There’s more than time enough.”
“All right; let me know when it’s eleven o’clock.”
“Certainly, don’t you worry. Do you have to go back and get the Señora?”
“Yes.”
“And harness up the horses again?”