Part 36 (1/2)
”But the deuce!” growled Vidal at his friends. ”Haven't you finished yet?”
”There's nothing!”
The three returned to the rooms trembling; they seized a napkin and stuffed into it whatever they laid hands upon: a copper clock, a white metal candlestick, a broken electric bell, a mercury barometer, a magnet and a toy cannon.
Vidal climbed up the wall with the bundle.
”Here he is,” he whispered in fright.
”Who?”
”The dog.”
”I'll go down first,” mumbled Manuel, and placing the knife between his teeth he let himself drop. The dog, instead of setting upon him, withdrew a short distance, but he continued his barking.
Vidal did not dare to jump down with the bundle in his hands; so he threw it carefully upon some bushes; as it fell, only the barometer broke; the rest was already broken. El Bizco and Vidal then jumped down and the three a.s.sociates set out on a cross-country run, pursued by the canine defender of private property, who barked at their heels.
”What d.a.m.ned fools we are!” exclaimed Vidal, stopping. ”If a guard should see us running like this he'd certainly arrest us.”
”And if we pa.s.s the city gate they'll recognize what we're carrying in this bundle and we'll be stopped,” added Manuel.
The Society halted to deliberate and choose a course of action. The booty was left at the foot of a wall. They lay down on the ground.
”A great many rag-dealers and dustmen pa.s.s this way,” said Vidal, ”on the road to La Elipa. Let's offer this to the first one that comes along.”
”For three duros,” corrected El Bizco.
”Why, of course.”
They waited a while and soon a ragpicker hove into view, bearing an empty sack and headed for Madrid. Vidal called him over and offered to sell their bundle.
”What'll you give us for these things?”
The ragdealer looked over the contents of the bundle, made a second inventory, and then in a jesting tone, with a rough voice, asked:
”Where did you steal this?”
The three a.s.sociates chorused their protestation, but the ragpicker paid no heed.
”I can't give you more than three pesetas for the whole business.”
”No,” answered Vidal. ”Rather than accept that we'll take the bundle with us.”
”All right. The first guard I meet I'll inform against you and tell him that you're carrying stolen goods on your person.”
”Come across with the three pesetas,” said Vidal. ”Take the bundle.”
Vidal took the money and the ragdealer, laughing, took the package.