Don For. It is, little papa.
Güe. How can it be well if it has such a stick in front of it? Where did this mule run such a stick in itself, boy?
Don For. In the colt yard, little papa.
Güe. That is what it deserved for running from one pasture to another. And the crupper-gall of this other mule, is it now well, boy?
Don For. It is, little papa.
Güe. How can it be well, boy, if the inflammation has passed down beneath the legs, and there's a great swelling there? Burst it open, boy.
Don For. Burst it open yourself, little papa.
Güe. It will burst of itself, boy. What's wanting now?
Don For. Heave up the pack, little papa.