"Does your brother accept my proposition or do you want to bet ?" "How can we bet when we've lost everything ?" "Then you accept ?" "He doesn't want to! If you would lend us something, now that you say you know us--" Lucas scratched his head, pulled at his camisa, and replied, "Yes, I know you.

You are Tarsilo and Bruno, both young and strong.

I know that your brave father died as a result of the hundred lashes a day those soldiers gave him.

I know that you don't think of revenging him." "Don't meddle in our affairs!" broke in Tarsilo, the elder.

"That might lead to trouble.