They sit down on the floor and wait, and as they wait, the stench from the dead rats gets worse by the minute.
“What is madame’s plan? When does she plan on executing us?” Catroux asks finally.
madame’sEl Dota shrugs. “Whenever she is feeling better, I presume. She has been shot in the left shoulder, so maybe in a day or two, she will feel strong enough to chop off one of our heads and leave the rest of the executions up to somebody else.”
Finally, after the long wait. El Dota looks at his watch. “It is now just before sundown, mon Sergent,” says the old man, “and it is time for me to speak to the guards.”
mon Sergent“The guards?”
“Yes, the guards.” He rises from the floor and walks to the four with the rifles. He goes and stands right in front of them and says. “You are four ordinary
