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Chapter 8
Theconvoyskirtingalittlewood,alongtheminetrail,betweenthemudhutsandlowwallsofRincon,increaseditspaceonthecaminoreal,mulesurgedtospeed,escortgalloping,DonCarlosridingaloneaheadofaduststormaffordingavaguevisionoflongearsofmules,offlutteringlittlegreenandwhiteflagsstuckuponeachcart;ofraisedarmsinamobofsombreroswiththewhitegleamofrangingeyes;andDonPepe,hardlyvisibleintherearofthatrattlingdusttrail,withastiffseatandimpassiveface,risingandfallingrhythmicallyonanewe-neckedsilver-bittedblackbrutewithahammerhead.
Thesleepypeopleinthelittleclustersofhuts,inthesmallranchesneartheroad,recognizedbytheheadlongsoundthechargeoftheSanTomesilverescorttowardsthecrumblingwallofthecityontheCamposide.Theycametothedoorstoseeitdashbyoverrutsandstones,withaclatterandclankandcrackingofwhips,withtherecklessrushandprecisedrivingofafieldbatteryhurryingintoaction,andthesolitaryEnglishfigureoftheSenorAdministradorridingfaraheadinthelead.
