Muy bien! After all, Valdez was a better man to serve
than the fox Megales.
Swiftly Valdez and the wagon driver passed down the car and
gathered the weapons from the seats of the troopers. Raising a
window, they passed them out to their friends outside. Meanwhile,
the sound of an axe could be heard battering at the door of the
next car, and presently the crash of splintering wood announced
that an entrance had been forced.
"Breaking furniture, I reckon," drawled Bucky, in English, for
the moment forgetful of the part he was playing. "I hope they'll
be all right careful of them pianos and not mishandle them so
they'll get out of tune."
"So, senor, you are American," said Chaves, in English, with a
sinister smile.
O'Connor shrugged, answering in Spanish: "I am Romany. Who shall
say, whether American, or Spanish, or Bohemian? All nations call
to me, but none claim me, senor."
The lieutenant continued to smile his meaning grin. "Yet you are
American," he persisted.
"Oh, as you please. I am what you will, lieutenant."
"You speak the English like a native."
"You are complimentary."
Chaves lifted his eyebrows.
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