and Morano had made a fire, and the odour of the bacon became
perceptible, this memory was hugely intensified.

"Let us eat while they eat, master," said Morano, "and plan while
they sleep, and disguise ourselves while they pursue."

And this they did: for after they had eaten they dug up earth and
gathered leaves with which to fill the gaps in Morano's garments
when they should hang on Rodriguez, they plucked a geranium with
whose dye they deepened Rodriguez' complexion, and with the sap
from the stalk of a weed Morano toned to a pallor the ruddy brown
of his tough cheeks. Then they changed clothes altogether, which
made Morano gasp: and after that nothing remained but to cut off
the delicate black moustachios of Rodriguez and to stick them to
the face of Morano with the juice of another flower that he knew
where to find. Rodriguez sighed when he saw them go. He had
pictured ecstatic glances cast some day at those moustachios,
glances from under long eyelashes twinkling at evening from
balconies; and looking at them where they were now, he felt that
this was impossible.

For one moment Morano raised his head with an air, as it were
preening himself, when the new moustachios had stuck; but as soon
as he saw, or felt, his master's sorrow at their loss he
immediately hung his head, showing nothing but shame for the loss
he had caused his master, or for the impropriety of those delicate
growths that so ill become his jowl. And now they took the road
again, Rodriguez with the great frying-pan and cooking-pot; no
longer together, but not too far apart for la Garda to take them
both at once, and to make the doubly false charge that should so