“We’ll do our best,” grinned the revolutionist. “Music provided by Megales’ crack military band. A lively and enjoyable occasion guaranteed to all who attend. Your friend will meet some of the smartest officers in the State. It promises to be a most sumptuous affair.”
“Then my friend accepts with pleasure.”
After the conspirator had gone, Frank spoke up. “You wouldn’t go away with him and leave me here alone, would you?”
“I ce’tainly shouldn’t take you with me, kid. I don’t want my little friend all shot up by greasers.”
“If you’re going, I want to go, too. Supposing—if anything were to happen to you, what could I do?”
“Leave the country by the next train. Those are the orders.”
“You’re always talking about a square deal. Do you think that is one? I might say that I don’t want you shot. You don’t care anything about my feelings.” The soft voice had a little break in it that Bucky loved.
He walked across to his partner, that rare, tender smile of his in his eyes. “If I’m always talking about a square deal I reckon I have got to give you one. Now, what would you think a square deal, Curly? Would it be square for me to let my friend O’Halloran stand all the risk of this and then me take the reward when Henderson has been freed by him? Would that be your notion of the right telling?”
“I didn’t say that, though I don’t see why you have to mix yourself up in his troubles. Why should you go out and kill these soldiers that haven’t injured you?”
“I’m not going to kill any of them,” he smiled “Besides, that isn’t the way I look at it. This fellow Megales is a despot. He has made out to steal the liberty of the people from them. President Diaz can’t interfere because the old rascal governor does everything with that smooth, oily way of his under cover of law. It’s up to some of the people to put up a good strong kick for themselves. I ain’t a bit sorry to give them the loan of my foot while they are doing it.”