Lerdo. Nowhere, Senora.
Asef. Oh!
Mig. Don’t flutter, little bird. We mean that he left us. He set off as fresh as the morning to make the circuit of another mountain while we could barely creep up to camp.
Asef. You are hungry! I ’ll give you Rafael’s supper!
Ler. Hungry? No! I ’ve had two biscuits since yesterday, and sixty miles is n’t far to go on that.
Mig. And as much good air and water as a soldier need want!
Asef. Here! Take it. ’T is good. Indeed it is!
Mig. Smoking meat! Ha! Who brought it? Has the Holy Virgin been in camp?
Asef. No, but I ’ve been down to the valley.
Ler. You?