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Demetrio's wound was healed. They were starting to discuss their plans for heading north, where it was said that the revolutionaries had triumphed against the Federales everywhere along the line. Then an event occurred that sped things along. One cool afternoon Luis Cervantes was sitting on a peak overlooking the Sierra, gazing out into the distance, daydreaming, bored, killing time. At the foot of the narrow summit, Pancracio and Lard were playing cards, sitting like lizards between a thicket of rockroses and the banks of the river. Anastasio Montañés was watching the game without much interest, when all of a sudden he turned his black-bearded face and his sweet eyes toward Luis Cervantes, and said:
"Why are you so sad, curro? What're you thinkin' so much about? Come over 'ere, move closer, let's talk."