Fam. The Gringo's had no fish.
The man. Then give me his.
He doesn't care. Has run already from
The smell.
Fam. I'll give you half. The rest
I'll take to him.
Coq. He'll come for what he wants.
Fam. No, he is sick, poor devil! [Goes to Chartrien]
Coq. Humph!
Fam. [To Chartrien] You'll take
The chance? There is no other.
Cha. It's a trap.
You risk your life for me, a Gringo? No.
Fam. You must believe me! Oh, what can I say!
Cha. Say nothing. Go.