"He loved _bailes_," an Indian said. "Many a time I’ve seen him dance all night, and all the next day, and the next night. He used to come to the great Haciendas and make speeches. When he began the peons hated him; when he ended they were crying...." Here a man broke out into a droning, irregular tune, such as always accompanies the popular ballads that spring up in thousands on every occasion: _"In Nineteen hundred and ten_ _Madero was imprisoned_ _In the National Palace_ _The eighteenth of February_ _"Four days he was imprisoned_ _In the Hall of the Intendancy_ _Because he did not wish_ _To renounce the Presidency_ _"Then Blanquet and Felix Diaz_ _Martyred him there_ _They were the hangmen_ _Feeding on his hate._ _"They crushed...._ _Until he fainted_ _With play of cruelty_ _To make him resign._ _"Then with hot irons_ _They burned him without mercy_ _And only unconsciousness_ _Calmed the awful flames._ _"But it was all in vain_ _Because his mighty courage_ _Preferred rather to die_ _His was a great heart!_ _"This was the end of the life_ _Of him who was the redeemer_ _Of the Indian Republic_ _And of all the poor._ _"They took him out of the Palace_ _And tell us he was killed in an assault_ _What a cynicism!_ _What a shameless lie!_ _"O Street of Lecumberri_ _Your cheerfulness has ended forever_ _For through you passed Madero_ _To the Penitentiary._ _"That twenty-second of February_ _Will always be remembered in the Indian Republic._ _God has pardoned him_ _And the Virgin of Guadelupe._ _"Good-bye Beautiful Mexico_ _Where our leader died_ _Good-bye to the palace_ _Whence he issued a living corpse_ _"Señores, there is nothing eternal_ _Nor anything sincere in life_ _See what happened to Don Francisco I. Madero!’_ By the time he was half-way through, the entire Tropa was humming the tune, and when he finished there was a moment of jingling silence. "We are fighting," said Isidro Amayo, "for Libertad." "What do you mean by Libertad?" "Libertad is when I can _do what I want_!" "But suppose it hurts somebody else?" He shot back at me Benito Juarez’ great sentence: "Peace is the respect for the rights of others!"