“Never has held out from a land attack. A messenger will bring ’em to terms. The whole shooting match is ours, Morgan. It’s a big thing for us, d’ye know?”
“At any rate, we’ve paid our debt, and can leave Bolivar in good standing.”
“Leave Bolivar—h’m! I don’t know about that—perhaps our duty is not yet done.”
“But—President Toreado—he will not try to detain us after we stood by him?”
I said this with growing uneasiness, for Robbins appeared so deucedly mysterious.
“It won’t be, and never can be President Toreado—the old general has flunked.”
“What—killed?”
“One of the few who fell—shot down at my side in a skirmish—yes, he’s a dead herring.”
“But—there came a king who knew not Joseph—who will be president—not the alcalde, surely?”
Robbins burst into a guffaw.