“Then, there’s nothing more to say.”
The three men rose to their feet.
“Well, let’s be going, Don Paco,” said Quentin.
“Man alive, wouldn’t it be better for us to stay here all night?”
“As you wish.”
“Are there any beds here?”
“I should say not!”
“I sleep in the strawloft,” said Pacheco. “I’ll go with you, if you wish.”
Don Paco hesitated between going over the road again, and passing a bad night, and chose the latter.
“Let us go to the strawloft.”