Two of them looked like brothers and the other one, Pancho, was a little taller but the same sort of looking kid. They talked plenty of money, anyway, and they spoke the kind of English Cubans with money speak. They were good-looking young fellows, wore good clothes none of them wore hats, and they looked like they had plenty of money. The three of them started for the door, and I watched them go. Can't you do business without getting angry?' 'So you're sure I've cut people's throats?' I'm sure you've cut plenty people's throats. 'Don't be so tough so early in the morning. 'You're not a lengua larga, are you?' he asked, still nasty. The one thing that he hadn't understood right had made him nasty. 'They can talk but I can't understand them,' I told him. 'Can Chinamen talk?' Pancho said, pretty nasty. 'I told you I didn't carry anything that can talk. 'Shut up, Pancho,' the one who had done the talking before said to the angry one. 'You mean we would talk?' one of them who hadn't spoke said. But I don't carry anything to the states that can talk.' 'You would have three thousand dollars and it could mean a great deal to you later.

They must have thought I just needed to be argued into it because the one kept on. 'Afterwards, when things are changed, it would mean a good deal to you.' 'A thousand apiece,' said the one who spoke good English. They were nice-looking fellows all right and I would have liked to have done them the favor.

The two others had come over and they stood there looking sad. But when we got inside the café and sat down, there were the three of them waiting for us. You know how it is there early in the morning in Havana with the bums still asleep against the walls of the buildings before even the ice wagons come by with ice for the bars? Well, we came across the square from the dock to the Pearl of San Francisco Café to get coffee and there was only one beggar awake in the square and he was getting a drink out of the fountain.

To have and have not hemingway