Asef. Yes,—and I ’ve a little gold left, too!
(Showing purse)
Mig. You paid five pesos for that dish!
Asef. A good guesser would double the price.
Mig. And for Rafael’s supper! No, I can go two more days yet. (Puts food aside)
Asef. But you shall not. Come, eat! I ’ll feed you then, and you don’t want Juarez’ soldiers to be turned into babies, do you?
Mig. I ’ll yield! In fact, there ’s an orator within that speaks with a most convincing pinch. (They eat)
Asef. (Watching) Poor fellows! They ’ll not leave him a mouthful!
Ler. Where is the general?
Asef. (Pointing up the hill) Asleep. Have you news?