The Underdogs | Page 2

coming out or are we going to make
you?"
"You swine! Both of you! You've gone and killed my dog, that's what you've done! What
harm did he ever do you? What did you have against him?"
The woman reentered the house, dragging the dog behind her, very white and fat, with
lifeless eyes and flabby body.
"Look at those cheeks, Sergeant! Don't get riled, light of my life: I swear I'll turn your
home into a dovecot, see?" "By God!" he said, breaking off into song:
"Don't look so haughty, dear, Banish all fears, Kiss me and melt to me, I'll drink up your
tears!"
His alcoholic tenor trailed off into the night.
"Tell me what they call this ranch, woman?" the sergeant asked.
"Limon," the woman replied curtly, carrying wood to the fire and fanning the coals.
"So we're in Limon, eh, the famous Demetrio Macias' country, eh? Do you hear that,
Lieutenant? We're in Limon."
"Limon? What the hell do I care? If I'm bound for hell, Sergeant, I might as well go there
now. I don't mind, now that I've found as good a remount as this! Look at the cheeks on
the darling, look at them! There's a pair of ripe red apples for a fellow to bite into!"
"I'll wager you know Macias the bandit, lady? I was in the pen with him at Escobedo,
once."
"Bring me a bottle of tequila, Sergeant: I've decided to spend the night with this charming
lady.... What's that? The colonel?... Why in God's name talk about the colonel now? He
can go straight to hell, for all I care. And if he doesn't like it, it's all right with me. Come

on, Sergeant, tell the corporal outside to unsaddle the horses and feed them. I'll stay here
all night. Here, my girl, you let the sergeant fry the eggs and warm up the tortillas; you
come here to me. See this wallet full of nice new bills? They're all for you, darling. Sure,
I want you to have them. Figure it out for yourself. I'm drunk, see: I've a bit of a load on
and that's why I'm kind of hoarse, you might call it. I left half my gullet down
Guadalajara way, and I've been spitting the other half out all the way up here. Oh well,
who cares? But I want you to have that money, see, dearie? Hey, Sergeant, where's my
bottle? Now, little girl, come here and pour yourself a drink. You won't, eh? Aw, come
on! Afraid of your--er--husband... or whatever he is, huh? Well, if he's skulking in some
hole, you tell him to come out. What the hell do I care? I'm not scared of rats, see!"
Suddenly a white shadow loomed on the threshold.
"Demetrio Macias!" the sergeant cried as he stepped back in terror.
The lieutenant stood up, silent, cold and motionless as a statue.
"Shoot them!" the woman croaked.
"Oh, come, you'll surely spare us! I didn't know you were there. I'll always stand up for a
brave man."
Demetrio stood his ground, looking them up and down, an insolent and disdainful smile
wrinkling his face.
"Yes, I not only respect brave men, but I like them. I'm proud and happy to call them
friends. Here's my hand on it: friend to friend." Then, after a pause: "All right, Demetrio
Macias, if you don't want to shake hands, all right! But it's because you don't know me,
that's why, just because the first time you saw me I was doing this dog's job. But look
here, I ask you, what in God's name can a man do when he's poor and has a wife to
support and kids?... Right you are, Sergeant, let's go: I've nothing but respect for the
home of what I call a brave man, a real, honest, genuine man!"
When they had gone, the woman drew close to Demetrio.
"Holy Virgin, what agony! I suffered as though it was you they'd shot."
"You go to father's house, quick!" Demetrio ordered. She wanted to hold him in her arms;
she entreated, she wept. But he pushed away from her gently and, in a sullen voice, said,
"I've an idea the whole lot of them are coming." "Why didn't you kill 'em?" "Their hour
hasn't struck yet."
They went out together; she bore the child in her arms. At the door, they separated,
moving off in different directions.
The moon peopled the mountain with vague shadows. As he advanced at every turn of his
way Demetrio could see the poignant, sharp silhouette of a woman pushing forward
painfully, bearing a child in her arms.

When, after many hours of climbing, he gazed back, huge flames shot up from the depths
of the canyon by the river. It