Pacheco got up and said to El Cuervo:
“You’ve got to keep this fellow interested.”
El Mochuelo and Cantarote, the gipsy, came over to Pacheco’s table with the pretext that there was no light where they had been sitting, and began to play cards.
“Would you like to play?” said Cantarote to Pacheco.
“No, thanks.”
“And you?” the gipsy asked of the coachman.
“I? To tell the truth, I’ve got something to do. What time is it?”
“A quarter past ten,” said El Cuervo.
“All right, I’ll play a hand.”
“After all, what have you got to do?” asked Pacheco. “Just knock till they open the gate, and then climb up on the box....”