"Come along, you—" and seeing that she paid no attention to him, he added, "Listen, Justa, let's be going home."
"Get away. Leave me in peace!" she retorted rudely.
"Your father told you to be back home by night. Come along, now."
"See here, my child," interposed El Carnicerín with calm deliberation.
"Who gave you a taper to bear at this funeral?"
"I was entrusted to…."
"All right. Shut up. Understand?"
"I don't feel like it."
"Well, I'll make you with a good ear-warming."
"You make me? … Why, you're nothing but a low-down lout, a thief—" and Manuel was advancing against El Carnicerín, when one of the fellow's friends gave him a punch in the head that stunned him. The boy made another attempt to rush upon the butcher's son; two or three guests pushed him out of the way and shoved him out on to the road at the door of the inn.
"Starveling! … Loafer!" shouted Manuel.