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I shall be called to Washington after I have wired my report. The President, no doubt, will question me. Make it possible for me to tell him that under the rule of General Culvera a régime begins that is founded on justice for all." Culvera was far from a fool. He had lived in the United States and understood something of the temper of its people.
Culvera turned to the Americans and explained the situation in a few sentences. He was enjoying himself extremely because the vanity of his companion writhed at the position in which he was placed. "Your friend Yeager was not pleasing to our general and was sentenced to be shot. He escaped in the night.
Steve counted it a good augury that a saddle horse was waiting for him to ride. Last night he had limped across the plaza on his wounded leg. He and his little procession of guards cut straight across to headquarters. Culvera sat on the porch smoking a cigarette. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of white linen with a blue sash. His gold-trimmed sombrero was a work of art.
The range-rider knew without being told that this hand had been dealt from a cold deck for the express purpose of cleaning out the boy. From the tenseness of the lithe body, which had become, as it were, a coiled spring, he knew that the lad's suspicions were stirring to life. The greedy little eyes of Culvera fastened on the boy. He made his first mistake. "How much you play back, Pheelip?"
Will you send the girl to me, wherever I am?" "You mean, if you " " Give Pasquale what's been coming to him for a long time." The eyes of Culvera were slits of light. His face was a brown mask that covered an alert and wary attention. "I didn't hear what you said, amigo. It is better that I shouldn't. But if I had charge of the army instead of General Pasquale my policy would be different.
"You understand I do not at all doubt you are what you say. But we search all strangers to make sure." After Culvera had glanced over the credentials of Girard, he was all suavity. "I offer you a hundred welcomes; first for yourself, as an officer of the army of our sister Republic, and second as an envoy from your President, for whom I have a most profound respect.
I thought ... they told me ... that you...." He laughed softly with the joy of it all. "I'm free free to go home with you, Ruth, back to God's country, to friends and life and love." "Are you going to take me, too?" she asked with naïve simplicity. "Is it likely I'd go without you? Yes, we're all going. Culvera has seen the light. Soon all this will be like a nightmare from which we have escaped.
At sight of Culvera he stopped rolling a cigarette to snatch up his rifle and fling a challenge at him. "How is it that you have let your prisoner escape?" demanded the officer in Spanish after he had given the countersign. "Escape? No, señor. Listen. Do you not hear him move?" replied in the boy in the same tongue. "I think the Gringo is having a fit.
There were several reasons why Culvera should sacrifice him and not one why he should be spared. Ramon had a personal grudge against him, and the new commander was not a man to forget to pay debts of this kind. Moreover, the easiest way to still any whispered doubts of his own loyalty to Pasquale was to show sharp severity in punishing those charged with being implicated in his death.
His body hung there a moment, then dropped to the ground. A faint groan was the only sound that showed he was not unconscious. The general strode from the room, Culvera at his heels. The brown mask of his face told no stories of how the younger man was enjoying himself. Before he slept, Ramon had one more pleasant task before him. He roused Harrison to tell him the news.
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