instantly proved groundless. Bucky did not at the time understand it.

"Why don't you shoot? It's about your size, you pinhead, to kill an
unarmed man."

"Tell all you know and I promise you your life." It was Megales who
spoke.

"I'll tell you nothing, except that I'm Bucky O'Connor, of the Arizona
Rangers. Chew on that a while, governor, and see how it tastes. Kill me,
and Uncle Sam is liable to ask mighty loud whyfor; not because I'm such
a mighty big toad in the puddle, but because any man that stands under
that flag has back of him the biggest, best, and gamest country on God's
green footstool." Bucky spoke in English this time, straight as he could
send it.

"In that case, I think sentence may now be pronounced, general."

"I warn you that the United States will exact vengeance for my death."

"Indeed!" Politely the governor smiled at him with a malice almost
devilish. "If so, it will be after you are dead, Senor Bucky O'Connor,
of the Arizona Rangers."

Colonel Onate leaned forward and whispered something to General Carlo,
who shook his head and frowned. Presently the black head of Chaves
joined them, and the three were in excited discussion. Arms waved like
signals, as is usual among the Latin races who talk with their hands
and expressive shrugs of the shoulders. Outvoted by two to one, Onate
appealed to the governor, who came up and listened, frowning, to both
sides of the debate. In their excitement the voices raised, and to Bucky
came snatches of phrases that told him his life hung in the balance.
Carlo and Chaves were for having him executed out of hand, at latest, by
sunset. The latter was especially vindictive. Indeed, it seemed to
the ranger that ever since he had mentioned his name this man had set
himself more malevolently to compass his death. Onate maintained, on the
other hand, that their prisoner was worth more to them alive than dead.
There was a chance that he might weaken before morning and tell secrets.
At worst they would still have his life as a card to hold in case of
need over the head of the rebels. If it should turn out that this was
not needed, he could be executed in the morning as well as to-night.

It may be conceived with what anxiety Bucky listened to the whispered
conversation and waited for the decision of the governor. He was a game
man, noted even in a country famous for its courageous citizens, but he
felt strangely weak now as he waited with that leather-crusted face