‘Get up. I’ll walk for a while.’ ‘I’m all right,’ the man said in a tone of hatred. ‘Better get up.’ ‘You think you’re very fine,’ the man said. ‘Helping your enemies. That’s Christian, isn’t it?’ ‘Are you my enemy?’ ‘That’s what you think. You think I want seven hundred pesos—that’s the reward. You think a poor man like me can’t afford not to tell the police …’ ‘You’re feverish.’ The man said in a sick voice of cunning, ‘You’re right, of course.’
