Garza. I ’m satisfied.
Lopez. This hill is the key to the city.
Gar. Yes.
Lop. And yours on terms we have considered.
Gar. Here ’s Escobedo’s guarantee. (Gives paper)
Lop. This to my pocket, and Queretaro to the Liberals!
Gar. ’T is heavy business. You do it lightly, colonel.
Lop. The world ’s a feather.
Gar. If we but think so.
Lop. At dawn my troops are yours.