"Fellow lovers of liberty, the hour has struck that we have
worked and prayed for. The glorious redemption of our State has
been accomplished by your patriotic hands. An hour ago the
tyrants, Megales and Carlo, slipped out of the palace, mounted
swift horses, and are galloping toward the frontier."
A roar of rage, such as a tiger disappointed of its kill might
give, rose into the night. Such a terrible cry no man made of
flesh and blood could hear directed at him and not tremble.
"But the pursuit is already on. Swift riders are in chase, with
orders not to spare their horses so only they capture the fleeing
despots. We expect confidently that before morning the tyrants
will be in our hands. In the meantime, let us show ourselves
worthy of the liberty we have won. Let us neither sack nor
pillage, but show our great president in the City of Mexico that
not ruffians but an outraged people have driven out the
oppressors."
The huge Celt was swimming into his periods beautifully, but it
was very apparent to him that the mob must have a vent for its
stored excitement. An inspiration seized him.
"But one sacred duty calls to us from heaven, my fellow citizens.
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