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CHAPTER LVII 262<br />

"Are you going to talk?" the alferez again demanded in dismay.<br />

Tarsilo shook his head, and they again lowered him. His eyelids were closing as the pupils continued to stare<br />

at the sky where the fleecy clouds floated; he doubled back his neck so that he might still see the light of day,<br />

but all too soon he had to go down into the water, and that foul curtain shut out the sight of the world from<br />

him forever.<br />

A minute passed. <strong>The</strong> watchful Muse saw large bubbles rise to the surface of the water. "He's thirsty," she<br />

commented with a laugh. <strong>The</strong> water again became still.<br />

This time the alferez did not give the signal for a minute and a half. Tarsilo's features were now no longer<br />

contracted. <strong>The</strong> half-raised lids left the whites of his eyes showing, from his mouth poured muddy water<br />

streaked with blood, but his body did not tremble in the chill breeze.<br />

Pale and terrified, the silent <strong>by</strong>standers gazed at one another. <strong>The</strong> alferez made a sign that they should take the<br />

body down, and then moved away thoughtfully. Doña Consolation applied the lighted end of her cigar to the<br />

bare legs, but the flesh did not twitch and the fire was extinguished.<br />

"He strangled himself," murmured a cuadrillero. "Look how he turned his tongue back as if trying to swallow<br />

it."<br />

<strong>The</strong> other prisoner, who had watched this scene, sweating and trembling, now stared like a lunatic in all<br />

directions. <strong>The</strong> alferez ordered the directorcillo to question him.<br />

"Sir, sir," he groaned, "I'll tell everything you want me to."<br />

"Good! Let's see, what's your name?"<br />

"Andong, [144] sir!"<br />

"Bernardo--Leonardo--Ricardo--Eduardo--Gerardo--or what?"<br />

"Andong, sir!" repeated the imbecile.<br />

"Put it down Bernardo, or whatever it may be," dictated the alferez.<br />

"Surname?"<br />

<strong>The</strong> man gazed at him in terror.<br />

"What name have you that is added to the name Andong?"<br />

"Ah, sir! Andong the Witless, sir!"<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>by</strong>stander's could not restrain a smile. Even the alferez paused in his pacing about.<br />

"Occupation?"<br />

"Pruner of coconut trees, sir, and servant of my mother-in-law."<br />

"Who ordered you to attack the barracks?"

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