"In a word, my name is Cucharés! I am a lepero; that is to say, I like the sun better than the shade, rest than work, and would sooner stab a man, when properly paid for it, than do a good action which brings in nothing. You comprehend me?"
"Perfectly."
"Then we can come to an understanding?"
"I think so."
"Well, so do I, and that is the reason I have come to you."
"One question more."
"Ask it."
"At this moment you are betraying your friends?"
"I? Who?"
"The persons you have hitherto served."