“He won’t,” answered the other, with a wink. “He’s been seen. The president isn’t any too friendly to that old tyrant Megales, who is now governor here. There’s an election next week. The man that gets most votes will be elected, and I’m thinking, Bucky, that the man with most rifles will the most votes. Now, says Diaz, in effect, with an official wave of his hand, ‘Settle your own rows, gintlemen. I don’t give a damn whether Megales or Valdez is governor of Chihuahua, subject, of coorse, to the will of the people.’ Then he winks at Valdez wid his off eye as much as to say: ‘Go in an’ win, me boy; me prayers are supporting ye. But be sure ye do nothing too illegal.’ So there ye are, Bucky. If ould Megales was to wake up election morning and find that the polling-places was in our hands, his soldiers disarmed or bought over, and everything contributing smoothly to express the will of the people in electing him to take a swift hike out of Chihuahua, it is likely that he might accept the inevitable as the will of fate and make a strategic retreat to climes more healthy.” “And if in the meantime he should discover those rifles, or one of those slant-eyed señors should turn out a Benedict Arnold, what then, my friend?” “Don’t talk in that cruel way. You make me neck ache in anticipation,” returned O’Halloran blithely. “I think we’ll not travel with you in public till after the election, Mr. O’Halloran,” reflected Bucky aloud. “’Twould be just as well, me son. My friends won’t be overpopular with Megales if the cards fall his way.” “If you win, I suppose we may count Henderson as good as a free man?” “It would be a pity if me pull wouldn’t do a little thing like that,” scoffed the conspirator genially. “But, win or lose, I may be able to help you. We need musicians to play those pianos we’re bringing in. Well, the most dependable men we can set to play some of them are the prisoners in the fortress. There’s likely to be a wholesale jail delivery the night before the election. Now, it’s just probable that the lads we free will fight to keep their freedom. That’s why we use them. They _have_ to be true to us because, if they don’t, _whichever side wins_ back they go to jail.” “Of course. I wish I could take a hand myself. But I can’t, because I’m a soldier of a friendly power. We’ll get Henderson out the night before the election and leave on the late train. You’ll have to arrange the program in time for us to catch that train.” O’Halloran looked drolly at him. “I’m liking your nerve, young man. I pull the chestnuts out of the fire for yez and, likely enough, get burned. You walk off with your chestnut, and never a ‘Thank ye’ for poor Mickey the catspaw.” “It doesn’t look like quite a square deal, does it?” laughed the ranger. “Well, we might vary the program a bit. Bucky O’Connor, Arizona ranger, can’t stop and take a hand in such a game, but I don’t know anything to prevent a young gipsy from Spain staying over a few days.”