“I didn’t go into it because I wanted to. My master made me. I don’t know much about the others, except that I heard the names they called each other.”
“Would you know them again if you saw them? But of course you would.”
“Yes. But that’s it, Bucky. I hated them all, and I was in mortal fear all the time. Still—I can’t betray them. They thought I went in freely with them—all but Hardman. It wouldn’t be right for me to tell what I know. I’ve got to make you see that, dear.”
“You’ll not need to argue that with me, honey. I see it. You must keep quiet. Don’t tell anybody else what you’ve told me.”
“And will they put me in the penitentiary when the rest go there?”
“Not while Bucky O’Connor is alive and kicking,” he told her confidently.
But the form in which he had expressed his feeling was unfortunate. It brought them back to the menace of their situation. Neither of them could tell how long he would be alive and kicking. She flung herself into his arms and wept till she could weep no more.
CHAPTER XIV.
LE ROI EST MORT; VIVE LE ROI
When the news reached O’Halloran that Megales had scored on the opposition by arresting Bucky O’Connor, the Irishman swore fluently at himself for his oversight in forgetting the Northern Chihuahua. So far as the success of the insurgents went, the loss of the ranger was a matter of no importance, since O’Halloran knew well that nothing in the way of useful information could be cajoled or threatened out of him. But, personally, it was a blow to the filibuster, because he knew that the governor would not hesitate to execute his friend if his fancy or his fears ran that way, and the big, red-headed Celt would not have let Bucky go to death for a dozen teapot revolutions if he could help it.
“And do you think you’re fit to run even a donation party, you great, blundering gumph?” Mike asked himself, in disgust. “You a conspirator! You a leader of a revolution! By the ghost of Brian Boru, you had better run along back to the kindergarten class.”