“What is it?” said Cæsar.
“I belong to the Castro Workmen’s Club and I have come to welcome you ahead of anybody else,” and he held out his hand. “Greetings!”
“Greetings! Regards to the comrades,” said Cæsar, shaking his hand.
“Damn it, what enthusiasm!” murmured Alzugaray.
The employee disappeared. On arriving at the station, Alzugaray looked out the window and saw with astonishment that the platform was full of people.
As the car entered the covered area of the station, noisy applause broke out. Cæsar opened the door and took off his hat courteously.
“Hurrah for Moncada! Hurrah for the Deputy from Castro! Hurrah for liberty!” they heard the shouts.
Cæsar got out of the car, followed by Alzugaray, and found himself surrounded by a lot of people. There were some workmen and peasants, but the majority were comfortable citizens.
They all crowded around to grasp his hand.
Surrounded by this multitude, they left the station. There Cæsar took leave of all his acquaintances and got into a carriage with Alzugaray, while hurrahs and applauses resounded.