“Muñequitas, La Madamita.”
“They’re from Benamejí.”
“They just got out of the Carraca prison,” said El Rano.
“El Poyato.”
“Now we’re coming to the sweepings,” interrupted Currito.
“Don’t you believe it,” replied El Ahorcado, “El Poyato is no frog; and even if the wheat does hit him in the chest when he walks through the fields, he is a very brave man.”
“That’s right,” said Carrahola, defending a small man from a sense of comradeship.
“Boca Muerta,” continued El Ahorcado. “El Zurrio, Cantarote, Once Dedos.”
“That chap has one arm longer than the other, and an extra finger on it,” said Currito.
“Ramos Léchuga.”