The gallons cascading around him out of human-sized clay urns, he smiled.
  At the last splash, he submerged himself, bubbling like a boy in his bath, only to re-emerge, gasping for breath. His beard, like a drowned cat, hung in stings off his gaunt dagger-thin face.
  Scanning the water, he didn't need to wipe his eyes with the ridges of his knuckles, he already knew the answer.
  "Senor, De Leon?" they cry.