“And to-morrow,” vowed Ignacio solemnly, “not later than to-morrow or the day thereafter, you shall have your reward, amigos.  You have told the world of heavy doings; you have rung for Jim Galloway dead; you have made the music for the wedding of el Senor Nortone.  And it shall be I who will make a little roof like a house over you.  You will see!”