"There's the workers for you," exclaimed Vidal. "That's how they are."
"The devil take them," muttered Bizco.
"Where are they bound for?" asked Manuel, eyeing them sympathetically.
"To the tile-works," answered Vidal. "To sell saffron, as we say around here."
"And why do they say that?"
"Because saffron is so dear…."
The three came to a halt and lay down upon the sod. For more than an hour they remained there, discussing women and ways and means of procuring money.
"Got any money about you?" asked Vidal of Manuel and Bizco.
"Two reales," replied the latter.
"Well, then, invite us to something," suggested Vidal. "Let's have a bottle."