“Oh, the army is on his side, is it? Now, what would you say if most of the officers were ready to come over to us as soon as we declare ourselves? And ye speak of strengthening his position. The beauty of his position, me lad, from our point of view, is that he doesn’t know his weak places. He’ll be the most undeceived man in the State when the test comes—unless something goes wrong.”
“When do you propose to attack the prison?”
“To-night. To-morrow is election day, and we want all the byes we can on hand to help us out.”
“Do you expect to throw the prison doors wide open—let every scoundrel in Chihuahua loose on the public.”
“We couldn’t do that, since half of them are loose already,” retorted O’Halloran dryly. “And as for the rest—we expect to make a selection, me son, to weed out a few choice ruffians and keep them behind the bars. But if ye know anything about the prisons of this country, you’re informed, sir, that half the poor fellows behind bars don’t belong there so much as the folk that put them there. I’m Irish, as ye are yourself, and it’s me instinct to fight for the under dog. Why shouldn’t the lads rotting behind those walls have another chance at the game? By the mother of Moses! they shall, if Mike O’Halloran has anything to say about it.”
“You ce’tainly conduct your lawful elections in a beautifully lawless way,” grinned the ranger.
“And why not? Isn’t the law made for man?”
“For which man—Megales?”
“In order to give the greatest liberty to each individual man. But here comes young Valdez riding back as if he were in a bit of a hurry.”
The filibuster rode forward and talked with the young man for a few minutes in a low voice. When he rejoined Bucky he nodded his head toward the young man, who was again headed for the front of the column. “There’s the best lad in the State of Chihuahua. He’s a Mexican, all right, but he has as much sense as a white man. He doesn’t mix issues. Now, the lad’s in love with Carmencita Megales, the prettiest black-eyed lass in Mexico, and, by the same token, so is our friend Chaves, who just gave us the guns a little while ago. But Valdez is a man from the heel of him to the head. Miss Carmencita has her nose in the air because Juan doesn’t snuggle up to ould Megales and flatter him the same way young Chaves does. So the lad is persona non grata at court with the lady, and that tin soldier who gave up the guns without a blow gets the lady’s smiles. But it’s my opinion that, for all her haughty ways, miss would rather have our honest fighting lad than a roomful of the imitation toy kind.”