"Exactly, senor. He is the man on horseback and I travel afoot,"
smiled Megales.
Bucky looked him over coolly from head to foot. "Still I can't
quite understand why your ex-excellency does me the honor of a
personal visit."
"Because, senor, in the course of human events Providence has
seen fit to reverse our positions. I am now your prisoner and you
my jailer," explained Megales, and urbanely added a whimsical
question. "Shall you have me hanged at dawn?"
"It would be a pleasure, and, I reckon, a duty too. But I can't
promise till I've seen Mike. Do some more explaining, colonel. I
want to know all about the round-up O'Halloran is boss of. Did he
make a right good gather?"
The subtleties of American humor baffled the little Mexican, but
he appreciated the main drift of the ranger's query, and narrated
with much gesticulation the story of the coup that O'Halloran had
pulled off in capturing the government leaders.
"It was an exceedingly neat piece of strategy," its victim
admitted. "I would give a good deal to have the privilege of
hanging your red-headed friend, but since that is denied me, I
must be grateful he does not take a fancy to hang me.
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