Megales dragged his desk from the
corner where it set and touched a spring that opened a panel in
the wall. Carlo, blanched with fear at the threats and curses
that filled the night, sprang toward the passageway that
appeared.
Megales plucked him back. "One moment, general. Ladies first.
Carmencita, enter."
Carlo followed her, after him the governor, and lastly Gabilonda,
tearing himself from a whispered conversation with O'Halloran.
The panel swung closed again, and Valdez and O'Halloran lifted
back the desk just as Garcia came running in to say that the mob
would not be denied. Immediately O'Halloran threw open a French
window and stepped out to the little railed porch upon which it
opened. He had the chance of his life to make a speech, and that
is the one thing that no Irishman can resist. He flung out from
his revolver three shots in rapid succession to draw the
attention of the mob to him. In this he succeeded beyond his
hopes. The word ran like wildfire that the mad Irishman,
O'Halloran, was about to deliver a message to them, and from all
sides of the building they poured to hear it. He spoke in
Mexican, rapidly, his great bull voice reaching to the utmost
confines of the crowd.
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