" Why ? " reflected he , as he drove his spur-rowels into the flanks of the blood bay ; and the reflection lasted as long as Castro was suspended in mid-air over the yawning abysm .
"почему?” размышлял он, вонзая свои шпоры в бока кровавого залива; и размышление длилось до тех пор, пока Кастро висел в воздухе над зияющей бездной.