"I see a figure there," she said. "It is going towards the oleanders."
"It is he," cried Remedios. "But there comes Ramos—Ramos!" [Cristóbal Ramos, or "Cabulluco.">[
The colossal figure of the Centaur was plainly distinguishable.
"Towards the oleanders, Ramos! Towards the oleanders!"
Doña Perfecta took a few steps forward. Her hoarse voice, vibrating with a terrible accent, hissed forth these words:—
"Cristobal, Cristobal,—kill him!"
A shot was heard. Then another.
Translation of Mary J. Serrano.