"It happens, me bye, that you've dropped in on me just before the
band begins to play." He lowered his voice almost to a whisper.
"There's a shipment of pianos being brought down the line this
week. The night after they arrive I'm looking for music."
"I see. The piano boxes are filled with rifles and ammunition. "
"You have a mind like a tack, Bucky. Rifles is the alias of them
pianos. They'll make merry music once we get them through."
"That's all very well, but have you reckoned with the government
at Mexico? Chihuahua isn't the whole country, Mickey. Suppose
President Diaz takes a hand in the game and sends troops in on
you?"
"He won't," answered the other, with a wink. "He's been seen. The
president isn't any too friendly to that old tyrant Megales, who
is now governor here. There's an election next week. The man that
gets most votes will be elected, and I'm thinking, Bucky, that
the man with most rifles will the most votes. Now, says Diaz, in
effect, with an official wave of his hand, 'Settle your own rows,
gintlemen. I don't give a damn whether Megales or Valdez is
governor of Chihuahua, subject, of coorse, to the will of the
people.
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