Don't I know you of old, Reddy?"
"Anyway, here I am, with me neck so near to the rope it fairly
aches sometimes. If you have any inclinations toward suicide,
I'll be glad to introduce ye to me revolutionary friends."
"Thank you, no. The fact is that we have a little private war of
our own on hand, Mike. I was thinking maybe you'd like to enlist,
old filibuster."
"Is the pay good?"
"Nothing a day and find yourself," answered Bucky promptly.
"No reasonable man could ask fairer than that," agreed
O'Halloran, his grin expanding. "Well, then, what's the row?
Would ye like to be dictator of Chihuahua or Emperor of Mexico?"
"There's an American in the government prison here under a life
sentence. He is not guilty, and he has already served fifteen
years."
"He is like to serve fifteen more, if he lives that long."
"Wrong guess. I mean to get him out."
"And I'm meaning to go to Paradise some day, but will I?"
"You're going to help me get him out, Mike."
"Who told ye that, me optimistic young friend?"
"I didn't need to be told."
"Well, I'll not lift a finger, Bucky--not a finger."
"I knew you wouldn't stand to see a man like Henderson rot in a
dungeon.
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