General: Ze Libertad iss peril! Ze tyrant strike ze Salvador people! Assistance, amigos! Will ze Americanos defend?
Jennings: We will! You bet we will!
Raidler: Hooray for liberty!
Valentine: Down with the government!
Jennings: Death to the tyrant! Forward!
General: I lead, amigos! Forward! Charge ze battle!
(he prances out to street, followed by Jennings, Raidler, Valentine, Delacour, and the Judge; a volley and shouts of battle, rapidly receding)
Espiritu (stands in doorway, shouts in frenzy): Ze enemy run! Los Americanos win! La libertad iss save! Viva el General Dingo! (exit to street cheering)
Joe (peering out from under table): Misteh Porteh?
Porter (stands by the table, staring before him, with his hand to his forehead, as if dazed by the confusion): Well?