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The lieutenant thrust his head in and, removing his hat, announced, "There is someone here to see General Longorio on important business. He says you will do." "Yes. He says he is one of us " Pancho was pushed aside, the door was flung back, and a man strode swiftly into the lamplight. He paused, blinking as if momentarily blinded, and Alaire clutched at the nearest chair for support.
"Do you mean that I, too, may go?" O'Malley inquired. "What good are you to me?" snapped the general. "You will give us safe conduct?" "Be still, priest!" Longorio glared at the speaker, clasping and unclasping his fists behind his back. With the sound of hoofs outside, Alaire and Dolores appeared, and the Mexican straightened himself with an effort. "Adios, señora!" he said, with a stiff bow.
You have the power to remove this man and this woman, yes, and this priest who dares to point out the pit at your feet; but if you do you will never command another Mexican army. There is no war. We are not your enemies. The world knows we are here, and it holds you accountable for our safety. To-morrow you will have to face the reckoning." Longorio listened.
"Quite dead, I believe," Longorio said, carelessly; then turning his large, bright eyes upon the visitor, he continued, with more interest, "Now tell me about the beautiful señora, your mistress." José scowled. "She's not my mistress. I am no longer of her gente. I have a debt of blood to wipe out." Longorio sat up in his bed; the smile left his face.
They waited until they had her safe before they killed Ed." "'They? Who the hell are you talkin' about?" "I mean Longorio and his outfit. He's got her over yonder." Dave flung out a trembling hand toward the river. Seeing that his hearer failed to comprehend, he explained, swiftly: "He's crazy about her got one of those Mexican infatuations and you know what that means.
The occasion for this was made plain when an engine drawing a single caboose appeared. Even before it had come to a pause a tall figure in spotless uniform leaped to the ground and strode to the waiting coaches. It was Luis Longorio. He waved a signal to the conductor, then swung aboard the north-bound train. The general was all smiles as he came down the and bowed low over Alaire's hand.
Dolores lacked diplomacy; her bluntness was often trying. Alaire turned upon her with a sharp exclamation, conscious meanwhile that the woman's tone, even more than her words, had enlightened Longorio to some extent. His lifted brows were eloquent of surprise and curiosity, but he held his tongue. "Am I to understand, then, that you rob me because of my husband's action?" Alaire asked. "No.
One of the latter struck a match, and in the silence it sounded like a gunshot. Dave started, at which the soldiers laughed. They began to talk in murmurs. The odor of cigarette smoke drifted in to the man and the woman. Finally the door through which Father O'Malley and Longorio had passed opened, and the priest emerged. He was alone. His face was flushed and damp; his eyes were glowing.
"My José", he said, quietly, "if you harm her in the least I shall bury you to the neck in an ant's nest and fill your mouth with honey. Now, what is this you are telling me?" José, uncomfortably startled by this barbarous threat, told as connectedly as he knew how all about his cousin's death and his reasons for leaving Las Palmas. "Ah-h!" Longorio relaxed. "You gave me a start.
After a time there sounded a murmur of voices, then a shuffling of feet in the hall; Alaire's friend, the old lieutenant, appeared in the doorway, saluting. Behind him were several others. "Here is Felipe," he announced. "Bring him in." A sullen, frowning man in soiled uniform was pushed forward, and Dolores hid her face against her mistress's shoulder. "Is this the fellow?" Longorio inquired.
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