"If you have anything good…."
Dolores drew from the fire a pan filled with meat and potatoes.
"You take good care of yourselves," murmured Manuel, whom hunger had made profoundly cynical.
"They trust us at the butcher's," said Dolores, to explain the abundance of meat.
"If you and I didn't work hard hereabouts," interjected El Bizco, "much we'd be eating."
The woman smiled modestly. They finished their lunch and Dolores produced a bottle of wine.
"This woman," declared El Bizco, "just as you behold her there, beats them all. Show him what we have in the corner."
"Not now, man."
"And why not?"
"Suppose some one should come?"