"But, win or lose, I may be able to help you. We need musicians
to play those pianos we're bringing in. Well, the most dependable
men we can set to play some of them are the prisoners in the
fortress. There's likely to be a wholesale jail delivery the
night before the election. Now, it's just probable that the lads
we free will fight to keep their freedom. That's why we use them.
They HAVE to be true to us because, if they don't, WHICHEVER SIDE
WINS back they go to jail."
"Of course. I wish I could take a hand myself. But I can't,
because I'm a soldier of a friendly power. We'll get Henderson
out the night before the election and leave on the late train.
You'll have to arrange the program in time for us to catch that
train. "
O'Halloran looked drolly at him. "I'm liking your nerve, young
man. I pull the chestnuts out of the fire for yez and, likely
enough, get burned. You walk off with your chestnut, and never a
'Thank ye' for poor Mickey the catspaw."
"It doesn't look like quite a square deal, does it?" laughed the
ranger. "Well, we might vary the program a bit. Bucky O'Connor,
Arizona ranger, can't stop and take a hand in such a game, but I
don't know anything to prevent a young gipsy from Spain staying
over a few days.
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