132 Children of Yayoute

 Bouqui drank from his calabash. Although he was tired,
 and weak, and his legs were shaking, he said, cDon't be
 silly, Malice. I can hold my own. I'm just joking when I say
 I want to stop. Come on, come on!,
 They went on.
 Malice sang:
 cSun 6, rooh-rooh-rooh,
 I'm weeding my potato patch;
 Sun 6, arroyo;
 I'm weeding now and nevermore,
 Malice will weed forevermore,
 Arroyo, rooh-rooh.
 -Don't tell me, no,v Bouqui contradicted feebly.
 aBut yes,v Malice retorted.
 Bouqui picked up the chorus after Malice, but before
he finished singing two words he collapsed.
 Malice slapped his face with cold water from his cala-
bash, revived him, and fed him the rest of the calves' foot
broth. When he was himself again, Bouqui admitted his
defeat.
 He did not know it was only by shrewdness that Malice
had won the bet.
 Plus petit, plus raide yes! The weak must be shrewd!