human
Bueno, bueno, he said in a high querulous voice;
gpt
I am very glad to see you, my friends. This is a great honor. But, what can I do for you?
human
Send us to Panama!
gpt
Dear me! exclaimed the old man, enjoying the situation and ignoring its political consequences.
human
Panama is far off--and why should I send such good citizens away from Bogota?
gpt
Por la Patria! Por la Patria! To fight the Yankees!
human
The Yankees? But why----
gpt
They have stolen Panama. They are pigs!
human
What a people! he exclaimed, nonplussed.
gpt
I am sorry for that. Well, if I send you, what will you do?
human
Esta bueno! Don Jose will send us to kill the Yankees!
gpt
No! No! I didn't say that! he expostulated; then continued, as if by rote:
human
The government will look after Panama. If fighting is needed to preserve the republic, the army will do its duty
gpt
We will fight with the army, Don Jose, declared Pedro.
human
We will drive out the Yankees and save Panama.
gpt
Viva Colombia! Baja los Yankees!