“Oh, I am! And this gentleman too?”
“Impossible, senor. His Excellency is determined. With you, senor, he requests a friendly interview.”
“He won't get it.”
“His Excellency is in a carriage at the door.”
It was not fifty feet to the open door. His Excellency seemed to have lost flesh with the excitement and anguish of his mind.
“Oo-aa!” came over from the Plaza, that indescribable roar.
“Oh, senor!” he cried with enthusiasm. “It is the will of the people that we be reconciled. Enough. We are reconciled.”
“Not yet, Mayor. My red-haired friend here——”
“Impossible!”
“Not a light, then. Bury it all, Mayor. The wisest plan.”