"Goat's milk and meal mush, fray!"
"When there shall be a thousand Señor Zorros, and more if necessary, to ride up and down El Camino Real and punish those who do wrong! Sometimes I would that I were not a fray, that I might play such a game myself!"
"We'd run you down in short order and stretch a rope with your weight," Sergeant Gonzales told him. "Did you help his excellency's soldiers more, perhaps his excellency would treat you with more consideration."
"I give aid to no spawn of the devil!" Fray Felipe said.
"Ha! Now you grow angry, and that is against your principles! Is it not the part of a robed fray to receive what comes his way and give thanks for it, no matter how much it chokes him? Answer me that, angry one!"
"You have about as much knowledge of a Franciscan's principles and duties as has the horse you ride!"
"I ride a wise horse, a noble animal. He comes when I call and gallops when I command. Do not deride him until you ride him. Ha! An excellent jest!"
"Imbecile!"
"Meal mush and goat's milk!" said Sergeant Gonzales.