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nd vows--were going on with the game, which had been so suddenly interrupted that morning at the village of Huerfano. Pedro Diaz appeared to be merely an involuntary spectator; while Oroche, seated at one corner of the table, his right leg across his left, his elbow resting on his knee--the favourite attitude of mandolin players-- accompanied his own voice as he sang the _boleros_ and _fandangos_ then most in vogue among the inhabitants of the coast region. Wrapped as usual in his ragged cloak, Oroche appeared to have the true inspiration of an artist: since he could thus elevate himself upon the wings of music, above the vulgar consideration of the toilette, or the cleanliness and comfort of the person. A bottle of _mezcal_, already half empty, stood upon the table. From this the players occasionally helped themselves--as a finale to the elegant supper they had eaten and to which Cuchillo, Baraja, and Oroche had done ample honour. Notwithstanding the frequent bumpers which Cuchillo had quaffed, he appeared to be in the worst of humour, and a prey to the most violent passions. His shaggy eyebrows, contracted by the play of these passions, added to the evil aspect of his physiognomy, rendering it even more sinister than common. Just then he was observed to cut the cards with particular care. He was not playing with his friend Baraja for the mere sport of the thing; for a moiety of the half ounce he had received from Don Estevan had already gone into Baraja's pockets, and Cuchillo was in hopes that the attention which he had given to the cutting of the cards might change the luck that had hitherto been running against him. The careful cutting, however, went for nothing; and once more the sum he had staked was swept into the pocket of his adversary. All at once Cuchillo flew off into a passion, scattering his hand of cards over the table. "Who the devil wants your music?" cried he to Oroche in a furious tone, "and I myself, fool that I am, to play in this fashion--only credit when I win, and cash whenever I lose." "You offend me, Senor Cuchillo," said Baraja, "my word has always passed for its value in cash." "Especially when you don't happen to lose," sneeringly added Cuchillo. "That is not a very delicate insinuation," said Baraja gathering up the cards. "Fye, fye! Senor Cuchillo--to get angry about such a trifle! I myself have lost half a hacienda at play--after being robbed of the other half--and
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