We followed, the arriero telling how his brother would have been conscripted if the family had not got together a thousand pesetas to buy him out.
"Rosinante to the Road Again"
John Dos Passos
For a long while the arriero walked along in silence, watching his toes bury themselves in dust at each step.
"Rosinante to the Road Again"
John Dos Passos
When he had smacked his lips over a small cup of thick yellow wine he pointed at the arriero.
"Rosinante to the Road Again"
John Dos Passos