"I tell you," exclaimed El Pastiri, "he's a booby, and he's scared so stiff he can't stand."
"Yes, but he answered every thrust, just the same," added the lace-maker.
"Yah! Did you see him?"
"Certainly."
"Bah, you must be soused to the gills!"
"You only wish you were as sober as I. Bah!"
"What? You're so full you can't talk!"
"Go on; shut up. You're so drunk you can't stand; I tell you, if you run afoul of this guy"—and Besuguito pointed to Leandro—"you're in for a bad time."
"Hell, no!"
"That's my opinion, anyhow."