He had a red-and-black handkerchief around his neck. The other shouted, ''_Viva la Libertad!_'' and kicked his feet in the air and then bellowed, ''_Viva Ia Libertad!_'' again. He had a red-andblack handkerchief too and he waved it in one hand and waved the bottle with the other.
"A peasant who had left the lines and now stood in the shade of the arcade looked at them in disgust and said, ''They should shout, "Long live drunkenness." That''s all they believe in.''
"''They don''t believe even in that,'' another peasant said. ''Those neither understand nor believe in anything.''
"Just then, one of the drunkards got to his feet and raised both arms with his fists clenched over his head and shouted, ''Long live Anarchy and Liberty and I obscenity in the milk of the Republic!''
"The other drunkard who was still lying on his back, took hold of the ankle of the drunkard who was shouting and rolled over so that the shouting drunkard fell with him, and they rolled over together and then sat up and the one who had pulled the other down put his arm around the shouter''s neck and then handed the shouter a bottle and kissed the red-and-black handkerchief he wore and they both drank together.
"Just then, a yelling went up from the lines and, looking up the arcade, I could not see who it was that was coming out because the man''s head did not show above the heads of those crowded about the door of the _Ayuntamiento_. All I could see was that some one was being pushed out by Pablo and Cuatro Dedos with their shotguns but I could not see who it was and I moved on close toward the lines where they were packed against the door to try to see.