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The great soldier of fortune turned his head and looked
at me as they passed. I blushed, and lit another cigar. The procession
passed on, and at ten minutes past twelve everybody had gone back to
sleep again.
"In the afternoon the interpreter came around and smiled as he laid his
hand on the big red jar we usually kept ice-water in.
"'The ice-man didn't call to-day,' says I. 'What's the matter with
everything, Sancho?'
"'Ah, yes,' says the liver-colored linguist. 'They just tell me in
the town. Verree bad act that Senor O'Connor make fight with General
Tumbalo. Yes, general Tumbalo great soldier and big mans.'
"'What'll they do to Mr. O'Connor?' I asks.
"'I talk little while presently with the Juez de la Paz--what you call
Justice-with-the-peace,' says Sancho. 'He tell me it verree bad crime
that one Senor Americano try kill General Tumbalo. He say they keep
Senor O'Connor in jail six months; then have trial and shoot him with
guns. Verree sorree.'
"'How about this revolution that was to be pulled off?' I asks.


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