Coq. My ducky! From the master's cellar!
. . . . . . . . . . How——
Fam. No matter. It is good.
Coq. Thief of my soul,
A kiss!
[As he attempts to embrace her she springs back, pointing left]
Fam. Look, look! He's gone! The Gringo flies!
O, Coquriez, you'll be shot!
Coq. [Stunned for a moment, springs off shouting]
Help! Stop him! Help! [Exit left, firing his pistol]
The Gringo! Stop him!
[Famette runs to gate right, where Chartrien is removing bar]
Cha. Come! Fly with me! Now!
I can not leave you here!
Fam. Go! Do not stop,
However weary, till you're safe in Quito.
The wounded hare, remember, takes no nap.
Cha. Come, come!