“Bah! What’s the difference?”
The lights were put out, and, after a little, Quentin fell asleep on the divan.
Two waiters in coarse, white aprons awoke Quentin. One was placing the chairs upon the tables, and the other was cleaning the divans with a mop and brush.
“Have you been asleep, Señorito?” said one of them with a laugh.
“Yes; what time is it?”
“Very early. Do you know that there is a great hub-bub in the streets?”
“What is happening?”
“Pacheco has entered Cordova with a gang of toughs, and they are all running through these God-forsaken streets yelling and rioting.”
Quentin jumped up. There was a bucket of water on the floor.
“Is it clean?” he asked the waiters.