' Then he winks at Valdez wid his off eye as much as to
say: 'Go in an' win, me boy; me prayers are supporting ye. But be
sure ye do nothing too illegal.' So there ye are, Bucky. If ould
Megales was to wake up election morning and find that the
polling-places was in our hands, his soldiers disarmed or bought
over, and everything contributing smoothly to express the will of
the people in electing him to take a swift hike out of Chihuahua,
it is likely that he might accept the inevitable as the will of
fate and make a strategic retreat to climes more healthy."
"And if in the meantime he should discover those rifles, or one
of those slant-eyed senors should turn out a Benedict Arnold,
what then, my friend?"
"Don't talk in that cruel way. You make me neck ache in
anticipation," returned O'Halloran blithely.
"I think we'll not travel with you in public till after the
election, Mr. O'Halloran," reflected Bucky aloud.
"'Twould be just as well, me son. My friends won't be overpopular
with Megales if the cards fall his way."
"If you win, I suppose we may count Henderson as good as a free
man?"
"It would be a pity if me pull wouldn't do a little thing like
that," scoffed the conspirator genially.
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