“Circumstances have arisen that make the utmost vigilance necessary,” explained the warden. “I may begin my explanations by congratulating you and your young friend. Let me offer a thousand felicitations. Neither of you are any longer prisoners.”
If he expected either of them to fall on his neck and weep tears of gratitude at his pompous announcement, the colonel was disappointed. From the darkness where the ranger’s little partner sat on the bed came a deep sigh of relief, but O’Connor did not wink an eyelash.
“I may conclude, then, that Mike O’Halloran has been getting in his work?” was his cool reply.
“Exactly, señor. He is the man on horseback and I travel afoot,” smiled Megales.
Bucky looked him over coolly from head to foot. “Still I can’t quite understand why your ex-excellency does me the honor of a personal visit.”
“Because, señor, in the course of human events Providence has seen fit to reverse our positions. I am now your prisoner and you my jailer,” explained Megales, and urbanely added a whimsical question. “Shall you have me hanged at dawn?”
“It would be a pleasure, and, I reckon, a duty too. But I can’t promise till I’ve seen Mike. Do some more explaining, colonel. I want to know all about the round-up O’Halloran is boss of. Did he make a right good gather?”
The subtleties of American humor baffled the little Mexican, but he appreciated the main drift of the ranger’s query, and narrated with much gesticulation the story of the coup that O’Halloran had pulled off in capturing the government leaders.
“It was an exceedingly neat piece of strategy,” its victim admitted. “I would give a good deal to have the privilege of hanging your red-headed friend, but since that is denied me, I must be grateful he does not take a fancy to hang me.”
“In case he doesn’t, your excellency,” was Bucky’s addendum.