The Underdogs, a Story of the Mexican Revolution

The revolution benefits the poor, the ignorant, all those who have been slaves all their lives, all the unhappy people who do not even suspect they are poor because the rich who stand above them, the rich who rule them, change their s

anged sides. Did not the sufferings of the underdogs, of the disinherited masses, move him to the core? Henceforth he espoused the cause of Demos, of the subjugated, the beaten and baffled, who implore justice, and justice alone. He became intimate with the humblest private. More, even, he shed tears of compassion over a dead mule which fell, load and all, after a terri

nd soul and tortillas full of beans and chili are never lacking,” Anastasio Montanez said with a triumphant belch.
The mountaineers would shake calloused hands with the travelers, saying:
“God’s blessing on you! He will find a way to help you all, never fear. We’re going ourselves, starting tomorrow morning.

The moon peopled the mountain with vague shadows. As he advanced at every turn of his way Demetrio could see the poignant, sharp silhouette of a woman pushing forward painfully, bearing a child in her arms.
When, after many hours of climbing, he gazed back, huge flames shot up from the depths of the canyon by the river. It was his house, blazing. . . .

barked no more. Some men on horseback rode