The pain became excruciating as he waited and he rocked from side to side. He had not felt such pain since his barranca mule had crashed on the rocks with him and broken his ankle not long after he had come to Mexico. "Where did they shoot you?" asked Raul hurrying in. It took several seconds for Father Gabriel to answer. "My leg ... nothing." "Let me see." "No. I bandaged it." "Is Velasco coming?" Raul asked. He saw tears of pain behind Gabriel's glasses. "He has gone to Miguel." "Who?" "Miguel Calvo." "Where's Miguel?" "In the chapel." "Hurt?" "Hit in the head." Chavela set down tortillas, beans and a glass of milk. "Oh ... I can eat now," said Gabriel. Gun shots cracked. "Someone shot me as I crossed the court and shot Calvo in front of the chapel.... I sent someone to find that fellow." Storni's words ran together. Raul, armed with a .38, stepped to the front windows. They won't get any more of us, Raul thought. I've got more men on the walls. Someone sneaked in, over the wall. He won't last long. Shoulder against wall, Raul watched: he moved the length of the room, stationed himself near the front door, then slipped outside and hid behind the arches. He began to work his way the length of the veranda. Sure, they wanted corn of their own, beef of their own, pulque, eggs, whisky, land--they wanted what any man deserved. They could have part of Petaca, but not all. Salvador rushed up the veranda steps toward Raul, his rifle on its sling. He waved, thumped himself on the chest and roared: "I got him. He's dead." "Who's dead?" "Ignacio Raza. The fellow on the wall, the one who did the shooting." "How did he get inside?" asked Raul, going toward Salvador, clicking the safety. "I don't know," said Salvador. They went into the living room to be with Gabriel. Manuel had come in and was bending over him. "How are you feeling, Father?" he asked. "Velasco's in the chapel, taking care of Calvo. He'll be here soon." "Show me where you got hit," said Salvador, clattering his spurs and squatting in front of Gabriel. "I'd rather wait for Velasco," said Gabriel, perspiration on his glasses. "Sure," said Salvador, agreeably. "So you killed that man.... Another man has gone.... That's not the way it should be.... We aren't thinking wisely." Salvador was amused, and said: "I know.... It's easy to kill a man.... But he shouldn't have come over the wall."