manufactured.

"Probably the woman had mixed one of the soporific drugs of which they
know the secret in my drink, for I did not wake up till very late the
next day. I was rather feverish, and had a violent headache. It was some
time before the memory of the terrible scene in which I had taken part
on the previous night came back to me. After having dressed my wound,
Carmen and her friend, squatting on their heels beside my mattress,
exchanged a few words of '_chipe calli_,' which appeared to me to be
something in the nature of a medical consultation. Then they both of
them assured me that I should soon be cured, but that I must get out
of Seville at the earliest possible moment, for that, if I was caught
there, I should most undoubtedly be shot.

"'My boy,' said Carmen to me, 'you'll have to do something. Now that
the king won't give you either rice or haddock* you'll have to think of
earning your livelihood. You're too stupid for stealing _a pastesas_.**
But you are brave and active. If you have the pluck, take yourself off
to the coast and turn smuggler. Haven't I promised to get you hanged?
That's better than being shot, and besides, if you set about it
properly, you'll live like a prince as long as the _minons_*** and the
coast-guard don't lay their hands on your collar.'

* The ordinary food of a Spanish soldier.

** _Ustilar a pastesas_, to steal cleverly, to purloin
without violence.

*** A sort of volunteer corps.