General Valdez he dared not openly kill, on
account of his fame and his popularity, but that pestilent
Irishman O'Halloran could be assassinated and so could several of
his allies--if they only gave him time. That was the rub. The
general dissatisfaction at his rule had been no secret, of
course, but the activity of the faction opposing him, the
boldness and daring with which it had risked all to overthrow
him, had come as so complete a surprise that he had been
unprepared to meet it. Everywhere to-night his guards covered the
city, ready to crush rebellion as soon as it showed its head.
Carlo was in personal charge of the troops, and would remain so
until after the election to-morrow, at which he would be declared
formally reelected. If he could keep his hands on the reins for
twenty-four hours more the worst would be past. He would give a
good deal to know what that mad Irishman, O'Halloran, was doing
just now. If he could once get hold of him, the opposition would
collapse like a house of cards.
At that precise moment in walked the mad Irishman pat to the
Mexican's thought of him.
"Buenos noches, excellency.
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