"It will be hard, master," Morano answered; "but we shall do it,
for we shall have truth upon our side."

"How shall we disguise ourselves?" said Rodriguez.

"Master," said Morano, "when you came to our town none knew you
and all marked your clothes. As for me my fat body is better known
than my clothes, yet am I not too well known by la Garda, for,
being an honest man, whenever la Garda came I used to hide."

"You did well," said Rodriguez.

"Certainly I did well," said Morano, "for had they seen me they
might, on account of certain matters, have taken me to prison, and
prison is no place for an honest man."

"Let us disguise ourselves," said Rodriguez.

"Master," answered Morano, "the brain is greater than the stomach,
and now more than at any time we need the counsel of the brain;
let us therefore appease the clamours of the stomach that it be
silent."

And he drew out from amongst his clothing a piece of sacking in
which was a mass of bacon and some lard, and unslung his huge
frying-pan. Rodriguez had entirely forgotten the need of food, but
now the memory of it had rushed upon him like a flood over a
barrier, as soon as he saw the bacon. And when they had collected
enough of tiny inflammable things, for it was a treeless plain,