ady. You _Cabron_ of the bad milk. Let us go.''
"Don Ricardo was a short man with gray hair and a thick neck and he had a shirt on with no collar. He was bow-legged from much horseback riding. ''Good-by,'' he said to all those who were kneeling. ''Don''t be sad. To die is nothing. The only bad thing is to die at the hands of this _canalla_. Don''t touch me,'' he said to Pablo. ''Don''t touch me with your shotgun.''
"He walked out of the front of the _Ayuntamiento_ with his gray hair and his small gray eyes and his thick neck looking very short and angry. He looked at the double line of peasants and he spat on the ground. He could spit actual saliva which, in such a circumstance, as you should know, _Ingl閟_, is very rare and he said, ''_Arriba Espana!_ Down with the miscalled Republic and I obscenity in the milk of your fathers.''
"So they clubbed him to death very quickly because of the insult, beating him as soon as he reached the first of the men, beating him as he tried to walk with his head up, beating him until he fell and chopping at him with reaping hooks and the sickles, and many men bore him to the edge of the cliff to throw him over and there was blood now on their hands and on their clothing, and now began to be the feeling that these who came out were truly enemies and should be killed.
"Until Don Ricardo came out with that fierceness and calling those insults, many in the line would have given much, I am sure, never to have been in the line. And if any one had shouted from the line, ''Come, let us pardon the rest of them. Now they have had their lesson,'' I am sure most would have agreed.