'They won't move!
They are all praying!'
"Another drunkard shouted,
'Pull them out.
Come on, pull them out.
The time for praying is finished.'
"But none came out and then I saw a man coming out of the door.
"It was Don Federico Gonzalez, who owned the mill and feed store and was a fascist of the first order.
He was tall and thin and his hair was brushed over the top of his head from one side to the other to cover a baldness and he wore a nightshirt that was tucked into his trousers.
He was barefooted as when he had been taken from his home and he walked ahead of Pablo holding his hands above his head, and Pablo walked behind him with the barrels of his shotgun pressing against the back of Don Federico Gonzalez until Don Federico entered the double line.
But when Pablo left him and returned to the door of the _Ayuntamiento_, Don Federico could not walk forward, and stood there, his eyes turned up to heaven and his hands reaching up as though they would grasp the sky.
"'He has no legs to walk,' some one said.
"'What's the matter, Don Federico?
Can't you walk?' some one shouted to him.
But Don Federico stood there with his hands up and only his lips were moving.
"'Get on,' Pablo shouted to him from the steps.
'Walk.'
"Don Federico stood there and could not move.
One of the drunkards poked him in the backside with a flail handle and Don Federico gave a quick jump as a balky horse might, but still stood in the same place, his hands up, and his eyes up toward the sky.
"Then the peasant who stood beside me said,
'This is shameful.
I have nothing against him but such a spectacle must terminate.'
So he walked down the line and pushed through to where Don Federico was standing and said, 'With your permission,' and hit him a great blow alongside of the head with a club.
"Then Don Federico dropped his hands and put them over the top of his head where the bald place was and with his head bent and covered by his hands, the thin long hairs that covered the bald place escaping through his fingers, he ran fast through the double line With flails falling on his back and shoulders until he fell and those at the end of the line picked him up and swung him over the cliff.
Never did he open his mouth from the moment he came out pushed by the shotgun of Pablo.
His only difficulty was to move forward.
It was as though he had no command of his legs.
"After Don Federico, I saw there was a concentration of the hardest men at the end of the lines by the edge of the cliff and I left there and I went to the Arcade of the _Ayuntamiento_ and pushed aside two drunkards and looked in the window.
In the big room of the _Ayuntamiento_ they were all kneeling in a half circle praying and the priest was kneeling and praying with them.
Pablo and one named Cuatro Dedos, Four Fingers, a cobbler, who was much with Pablo then, and two others were standing with shotguns and Pablo said to the priest,
'Who goes now?' and the priest went on praying and did not answer him.
"'Listen, you,' Pablo said to the priest in his hoarse voice, 'who goes now?
Who is ready now?'
"The priest would not speak to Pablo and acted as though he were not there and I could see Pablo was becoming very angry.
"'Let us all go together,' Don Ricardo Montalvo, who was a land owner, said to Pablo, raising his head and stopping praying to speak.
"'_Que va_,' said Pablo.
'One at a time as you are ready.'
"'Then I go now,' Don Ricardo said.
'I'll never be any more ready.'
The priest blessed him as he spoke and blessed him again as he stood up, without interrupting his praying, and held up a crucifix for Don Ricardo to kiss and Don Ricardo kissed it and then turned and said to Pablo,
'Nor ever again as ready.
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.'