"Then consult the people of California. See Padre Osuna, that saintly Chrysostom of this Western world. Meet Colonel Barcelo, the acting-governor. Interview Pio Pico, and his brother Andreas. See the Peraltas, the Carillos. Señor Mendoza represents but few besides himself." She moved away from him. "As to this O'Donnell--O'Donnell! He is a man with a price on his head, placed there by the English government. What wonder he intrigues against England!" "Some political offense, of course." "For attempted murder! He struck down his captain on the parade ground in Dublin, following an admonition." "Zounds, madam!" "This would-be assassin carries word to you from Señor Mendoza--why does he forget he is Colonel Mendoza?--carries word that Mendoza has wishes for the department of California which differ from the wishes of the people themselves who comprise this department. Indeed! And who is this Mendoza? Is he not of a make-up so unrestrained that once, in a burst of temper, he even burned to the ground his magnificent home? Ask the people of California if this is not true. Bethink you, my Commodore." "Señora, I ask you, what is in the wind?" "Let us be seated, Señor Commodore." She looked at him intently. "Texas is free from Mexico. Some of your States wish to accept the republic of Texas as one of themselves. The States north of the Mason and Dixon line object. They oppose extension of Negro slavery. Your President Tyler is on the fence, dangling his long legs in the air, prepared to jump to either side, as it seems expedient for him." The Commodore covered his mouth with his hand, to conceal an involuntary smile. "Oregon is now jointly held by the United States and England. Some of your States wish for a part of Oregon. Others make opposition; and the opposition this time comes from those south of the Mason and Dixon line. The reason? No possibility of slavery in Oregon. Your President, from his perch, dangles his long legs yet more alertly." Billings now laughed outright. "Señora, you are droll." "Is what I say not true, my Commodore?" "Oregon is ours, my lady, by occupation. Doctor Whitman and his missionaries live in that country; are Christianizing the Indians, and drawing settlers from beyond the Mississippi. Oregon is ours, I say, by right of occupation." "A hundred years before your Whitman saw light missionaries from French Canada lived among those same tribes. England succeeded to the rights of France. Oregon, then, is England's by this right of occupation of which you speak." "But, the rifles of the American settlers in Oregon! They will speak, and speak strongly, my lady." "But the rifles of the Spanish hacenderos in California, my Commodore! Can they not speak? Commodore Billings, a shot in California will echo around the world!"