"I have two men at each turret now," he said. "They all have extra bullets. We're ready." He grinned, obviously enjoying himself. "That should be all right," said Raul. "I wish we could spare a few men and go after Pedro." "Where would we find him?" "A couple of men might turn up information." "Spies?" "Why not? Let's also find out where the attackers went. We've lots of friends; let's use them. We can't wait for the rurales." "I'd like to get Pedro, you know that," said Salvador. "See what you can learn. This may be revolution. We've got to know how things stand." He smelled Salvador's sweat and liked it. "I'll see what I can find out," said Salvador. "If you can, contact the rurales; get some of them here." "Hell, they ran off," he scoffed. Settling his belt over his shoulder, he stalked away. His hat, dangling from a cord around his neck, banged the doorframe as he went out. When Raul went upstairs he found Angelina in bed, a tray of untouched food on the side table; two maids were with her; one of them was offering her a cup of tea. "How's everything?" she asked quietly. "We have men in the turrets and there are men at the gate," he said, making an effort to be calm. "Will they come back?" "It's not at all likely." "Tomorrow anything can happen," she murmured, refusing the tea. "I'm worried about Vicente. What's happening in Colima?" Her nervousness increased the huskiness of her voice. "All this mob, all these killings." "Vicente's probably all right. The revolutionists won't harm Colima." "Then what? Is it truly revolution, Raul?" He sat by the window, bent forward, trying to puzzle it out. He did not answer her because he did not know the answer. The servants left the room. "Just as soon as I can, I'll go with you to Guadalajara, just as soon as the railroad operates again. They'll be running cars soon. You'll be all right there, with María. You mustn't stay here." He remembered the newspaper account of street fighting, and asked himself where she should go to be safe. "Can I take Vicente with me?" He wanted to encourage her as much as possible. "If you want to, take him," he said. "Surely the troubled times won't last long," she said, hoping. She wanted to sob into her pillows: she peered at shadows created by the evening lamp, curious forms on the ceiling: she separated the forms: evil faces, women's faces, Estelle laughing at her, everyone ridiculing her for being so weak. She buried herself in her pillows. "Raul, Raul," she whispered. "Chavela told me what took place at Refugio.... Take me away." 17 Morning sun polished one of the wooden dragons on Fernando's wardrobe.