No Irishman would."
"You needn't blarney me. I'm too old a bird to be caught with
chaff. It's a dirty shame, of course, about this man Henderson,
but I'm not running the criminal jurisprudence of Mexico meself."
"And I said to Webb Mackenzie: 'Mickey O'Halloran is the man to
see; he'll know the best way to do it as nobody else would.' I
knew I could depend on you."
"You've certainly kissed the blarney stone, Mr. O'Connor,"
returned the revolutionist dryly. "Well, then, what do you want
me to do?"
"Nothing much. Get Henderson out and help us to get safely from
the country whose reputation you black-eye so cheerfully."
"Mercy of Hiven! Bring me the moon and a handful of stars, says
he, as cool as you please."
The ranger told the story of Henderson and Mackenzie's lost child
in such a way that it lost nothing in the telling. O'Halloran was
moved. "'Tis a damned shame about this man Henderson," he blurted
out.
Bucky leaned back comfortably and waved airily his brown hand.
"It's up to you," his gay, impudent eyes seemed to say.
"I don't say I won't be able to help you," conceded O'Halloran.
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