It's his play not to
force the issue until after the election, Bucky. He controls all
the election machinery and will have himself declared reelected,
the old scamp, notwithstanding that he's the most unpopular man
in the State. To precipitate trouble now would be just
foolishness, he argues. So he'll just capture our arms, and after
the election give me and my friends quiet hell. Nothing public,
you know--just unfortunate assassinations that he will regret
exceedingly, me bye. But I have never yit been assassinated, and,
on principle, I object to being trated so. It's very destructive
to a man's future usefulness."
"And so?" laughed the ranger.
"And so we've arranged to take a few lads up the line and have a
train hold-up. I'm the robber-in-chief. Would ye like to be
second in command of the lawless ruffians, me son?"
Bucky met his twinkling eye gaily. "Mr. O'Connor is debarred from
taking part in such an outrageous affair by international
etiquette, but he knows a gypsy lad would be right glad to join,
I reckon."
"Bully for him. If you'll kindly have him here I'll come around
and collect him this evening at eight-thirty sharp.
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