Ahead of the ragamuffins, at an appreciable distance, ran two women and two men.
"They're Rubia and Chata with a couple of hayseeds," said one of the gamins.
"They're running to the cave," added another.
The boys reached the top of the hill; before the entrance to the cave, which was nothing but a hole dug out of the sand, sat a one-legged man smoking a pipe.
"We're going in," announced one of the urchins to Cojo.
"You can't," he replied.
"And why not?"
"Because you can't."
"Man! Let's get in until the rain stops."
"Impossible."