“That which we have pending.”
“But we have nothing pending.”
“How not? The Monte de los Pericos.”
“What about it?”
“I want you to decide whether you will yield it to me.”
“Why do we speak of this? A thousand times I have told you that the Monte is mine.”
“That is what you say, but the truth is that it belongs to me.”
“Compadre, it is better that we talk of something else; leave this matter. Are we not friends?”
“We are so; but that is not to say that you may deprive me of my things. What sort of friendship is that?”