“I prefer the word patriot, señor,” returned Onate, flushing.
“Indeed I have no doubt you do. I am answered,” he exclaimed scornfully. “And what is the price of patriotism these days, colonel?”
“Sir!” The colonel laid his hand on his sword.
“I was merely curious to know what position you would hold under the new administration.”
O’Halloran choked a laugh, for by chance the governor had hit the nail on the head. Onate was to be Secretary of State under Valdez, and this was the bait that had been dangled temptingly under his nose to induce a desertion of Megales.
“If you mean to reflect upon my honor I can assure you that my conscience is clear,” answered Onate blackly.
“Indeed, colonel, I do not doubt it. I have always admired your conscience and its adaptability.” The governor turned to O’Halloran. “I am satisfied, Senior Dictator. If you will permit me—”
He walked to his desk, unlocked a drawer, and drew forth a parchment, which he tossed across to the Irishman. “It is my commission as governor. Allow me to place it in your hands and put myself at the service of the new administration.”
“If you will kindly write notes, I will send a messenger to General Carlo and another to Colonel Gabilonda requesting their attendance. I think affairs may be quickly arranged.”
“You are irresistible, señor. I hasten to obey.”