Coq. [Crossing left] Here, sir!
[The tension relaxes slightly. Lissa and Ysobel quietly distribute food and the men eat in silence. Famette keeps in shadow, a shawl over her head, and vainly tries to hear what Megario and Coquriez are saying. They talk in low tones at left, then more centre, front]
Coq. Shoot the Gringo, sir?
I thought he was to live.
Meg. It must be done
To-morrow.
Coq. I'll do it.
Meg. Take him on the road,
And don't come back with him.
Coq. To-morrow, sir?
Meg. At day-break. Drop him cold. I was a fool
To let him live a day!
[Famette has advanced too far and Megario sees her]
Who's that?
Coq. There? Oh!
I bought her in last week.
Meg. The day I left?