{"product_id":"2940015494853","title":"THE WOLF-CUB","description":"CHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Jacinto Quesada was yet a very little Spaniard, his father kissed\u003cbr\u003ehim upon both cheeks and upon the brow, and went away on an enterprise\u003cbr\u003eof forlorn desperation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn a great rock at the brink of the village Jacinto Quesada stood with\u003cbr\u003ehis weeping mother, and together they watched the somber-faced\u003cbr\u003emountaineer hurry down the mountainside. He was bound for that hot,\u003cbr\u003esandy No Man's Land which lies between the British outpost, Gibraltar,\u003cbr\u003eand sunburned, haggard, tragic Spain. The two dogs, Pepe and Lenchito,\u003cbr\u003ewent with him. They were pointers, retrievers. For months they had been\u003cbr\u003etrained in the work they were to do. In all Spain there were no more\u003cbr\u003elikely dogs for smuggling contraband.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe village, where Jacinto Quesada lived with his peasant mother, was\u003cbr\u003ebut a short way below the snow-line in the wild Sierra Nevada. Behind it\u003cbr\u003ethe Picacho de la Veleta lifted its craggy head; off to the northeast\u003cbr\u003ebulked snowy old \"Muley Hassan\" Cerro de Mulhacen, the highest peak of\u003cbr\u003ethe peninsula; and all about were the bleak spires of lesser mountains,\u003cbr\u003eboulder-strewn defiles, moaning dark gorges. The village was called\u003cbr\u003eMinas de la Sierra.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe mother took the little Jacinto by the hand and led him to the\u003cbr\u003evillage chapel. She knelt before the dingy altar a long time. Then she\u003cbr\u003elit a blessed candle and prayed again. And then she handed the wick\u003cbr\u003edipped in oil to Jacinto and said:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Light a candle for thy father, tiny one.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But why should I light a candle for our Juanito, _mamacita_?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It is that Our Lady of the Sorrows and the Great Pity will not let him\u003cbr\u003ebe killed by the men of the _Guardia Civil_!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Men do not kill unless they hate. Do the men of the Guardia Civil hate,\u003cbr\u003ethen, the _pobre padre_ of me and the sweet husband of thee,\u003cbr\u003e_mamacita_?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It is not the hate, child! The men of the Guardia Civil kill any\u003cbr\u003ebreaker of the laws they discover guilty-handed. It is the way they keep\u003cbr\u003ethe peace of Spain.\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47161051775216,"sku":"2940015494853","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015494853","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}