Güe. Heat up the flask?
Don For. Heave up the pack.
Güe. O! the pack. Where is the pack?
Don For. Here it is, little papa.
Güe. In my time, when I was a boy, in the time of the blue thread, when I was in those plains of the Diriomos, lifting those packs of guayabas—isn't it so, boys?
Alg. Hurry up, Güegüence.
Güe. You take me up? What for, friend Captain Chief Alguacil?
Alg. I mean hurry up.
Güe. Let me recall old times, that I may console myself with that. Say, boys, do we go in front or behind?
Don For. In front, little papa.