“Yes, we have already gone six leagues and there has not been one person on the road.”
“Well, then, let us at once to what we have to do; then let us get back to the pueblo.”
“That is what I say,” responded the soldier.
“Go on then, you already know what you have to do; see if you can do it. I pretend not to look; I will fall behind.”
“I go then to see what happens.”
The soldier drew near to Roque.
“What cheer, friend? How goes it?”
“Diabolically, friend. How do you expect it goes with me with these cords?” replied the prisoner.
“Yes, it must go very unpleasantly. Why don’t you smoke a cigarette?”
“Friend, impossible. Don’t you see that I go tied?”