"
"Do you expect to throw the prison doors wide open--let every
scoundrel in Chihuahua loose on the public."
"We couldn't do that, since half of them are loose already,"
retorted O'Halloran dryly. "And as for the rest--we expect to
make a selection, me son, to weed out a few choice ruffians and
keep them behind the bars. But if ye know anything about the
prisons of this country, you're informed, sir, that half the poor
fellows behind bars don't belong there so much as the folk that
put them there. I'm Irish, as ye are yourself, and it's me
instinct to fight for the under dog. Why shouldn't the lads
rotting behind those walls have another chance at the game? By
the mother of Moses! they shall, if Mike O'Halloran has anything
to say about it."
"You ce'tainly conduct your lawful elections in a beautifully
lawless way," grinned the ranger.
"And why not? Isn't the law made for man?"
"For which man--Megales?"
"In order to give the greatest liberty to each individual man.
But here comes young Valdez riding back as if he were in a bit of
a hurry."
The filibuster rode forward and talked with the young man for a
few minutes in a low voice.
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