Короли и капуста
Smith
"Ifindthatasaprophylacticalittlebrandyisalmostanecessityinthisclimate."
Astheyturnedtoenterthepulperiaanativeman,barefoot,glidednoiselesslyupandaddressedthedoctorinSpanish.Hewasyellowish-brown,likeanover-ripelemon;heworeacottonshirtandraggedlinentrousersgirdedbyaleatherbelt.Hisfacewaslikeananimal’s,liveandwary,butwithoutpromiseofmuchintelligence.Thismanjabberedwithanimationandsomuchseriousnessthatitseemedapitythathiswordsweretobewasted.
Dr.Greggfelthispulse.
"Yousick?"heinquired.
"Mimujerestáenfermaenlacasa,"saidtheman,thusendeavouringtoconveythenews,intheonlylanguageopentohim,thathiswifelayillinherpalm-thatchedhut.
Thedoctordrewahandfulofcapsulesfilledwithawhitepowderfromhistrouserspocket.Hecountedouttenofthemintothenative’shand,andhelduphisforefingerimpressively.
"Takeone,"saidthedoctor,"everytwohours."Hethenhelduptwofingers,shakingthememphaticallybeforethenative’sface.Nexthepulledouthiswatchandranhisfingerrounditsdialtwice.Againthetwofingersconfrontedthepatient’snose."Two—two—twohours,"repeatedthedoctor.
"Si,Señor,"saidthenative,sadly.
Hepulledacheapsilverwatchfromhisownpocketandlaiditinthedoctor’shand."Mebring,"saidhe,strugglingpainfullywithhisscantEnglish,"otherwatchytomorrow."Thenhedeparteddownheartedlywithhiscapsules.