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CAPTAIN ALVAREZ ASSUMES COMMAND OF THE REVOLUTIONISTS
she whispered eagerly. "It will then be a little as tho I, too, were righting ; for only you and I of all the world can ride him. ' '
In Latin America the walls do listen. Else how did it come that in the darkness of that very night the pocket of Miguel was robbed, as he rode thru the sentient, wily darkness, and the morrow 's sunrise looked down upon a twisted, black-tongued face upturned to the brazen sky from a clump of palmetto shrub ?
Wainwright, lingering over his adieus at the home of Don Arana, was surprised by the appearance of Lirzo, handsome and evil; Gonzalo, chief of Federal police, and an escort of soldiery.
"I mus' beg great excuse," bowed Lirzo, his white teeth agleam with malice between the curling wings of his moustache, "but Senor Wainwright can doubtless explain — no?"
He was holding out, as he spoke, a folded paper, which Wainwright recognized with a start of horror. His message to Urguiza ! He set his jaws and faced the music like a man. In his thoughts, grimly humorous, lie was laughing at himself — "Escaped Yale football, New York traffic — and
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now to get shot by a bunch of comicopera niggers!"
' ' Ah, ah ! Zen I regret, bot we mus '
arres' the senor " Lirzo 's small
eyes shifted to the face of the girl, white against the dark of her uncle's coat. "Pardon, senorita "
Wainwright stepped forward angrily. He would make a fight for life, at least.
"You'll have to answer to my country if you harm one of her citizens," he warned.
Lirzo shrugged his shoulders and flashed his white, evil smile. "Keel .' But no ! " he drawled. " On 'y Senor Wainwright cannot stay longer here — he mus' depart on the fruiter that sail tonight."
Again his eyes sought the girl, like a snarl of triumph. He gloated on her, with panting breath and cruel lips curled. Wainwright 's heart Mas filled with primitive, male rage, but they were ten to his one. He could help her more now by going.
"Good-night, then, Senor Don Arana and Senorita Bonita," he said slowly. "I shall not say good-by."
The feet of the soldiery echoed on the bare, stone stairs without. Lirzo In rued to the girl.
He goes meek as a lamb, the