They walked into the dining-room of the shack and sat down before a table.
The waiter brought them a platter of bread, stew and wine. As they ate, Jesús recounted in humorous fashion a number of anecdotes relating to the proprietor of the printing-shop, to the journalists, and, above all, to Yaco, the fellow with the beard, who was a Jew, a very good fellow, but as stingy and sordid as they come.
Jesús would banter him and provoke him just for the sake of listening to his rejoinders.
When they had finished their supper, Jesús asked Manuel:
“Have you a place to sleep?”
“No.”
“There must be some corner in the printing-shop.”
They returned to the shop and the compositor asked the cripple to let Manuel sleep in some corner.
“Damn it all!” exclaimed the cripple, “this is going to become a regular Mountain Shelter. Such a band of ragamuffins! The lame fellow may be an ill-humoured cuss but everybody comes here just the same. You bet.”