``It's come,'' he said.``We've been in it since dinner-time, and we've got a whole night's work cut out for you.'' He was laughing with excitement, and paused for a moment to gain breath.``I'll tell you the worst of it first.Mendoza has sent word to Alvarez that he wants the men at the mines to be present at the review to-morrow.He says they must take part.He wrote a most insolent letter.Alvarez got out of it by saying that the men were under contract to you, and that you must give your permission first.Mendoza sent me word that if you would not let the men come, he would go out and fetch them in him self.''
``Indeed!'' growled Clay.``Kirkland needs those men to-morrow to load ore-cars for Thursday's steamer.He can't spare them.
That is our answer, and it happens to be a true one, but if it weren't true, if to-morrow was All Saints' Day, and the men had nothing to do but to lie in the sun and sleep, Mendoza couldn't get them.And if he comes to take them to-morrow, he'll have to bring his army with him to do it.And he couldn't do it then, Mr.Langham,'' Clay cried, turning to that gentleman, ``if I had better weapons.The five thousand dollars I wanted you to spend on rifles, sir, two months ago, might have saved you several millions to-morrow.''
Clay's words seemed to bear some special significance to Stuart and MacWilliams, for they both laughed, and Stuart pushed Clay up the steps before him.
``Come inside,'' he said.``That is why we are here.
MacWilliams has found out where Burke hid his shipment of arms.
We are going to try and get them to-night.'' He hurried into the dining-room, and the others grouped themselves about the table.
``Tell them about it, MacWilliams,'' Stuart commanded.``I will see that no one overhears you.''
MacWilliams was pushed into Mr.Langham's place at the head of the long table, and the others dragged their chairs up close around him.King put the candles at the opposite end of the table, and set some decanters and glasses in the centre.``To look as though we were just enjoying ourselves,'' he explained, pleasantly.
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``Well, it happened like this,'' MacWilliams began, nervously, and addressing himself to Clay.``Stuart and I put Burke safely in a cell by himself.It was one of the old ones that face the street.There was a narrow window in it, about eight feet above the floor, and no means of his reaching it, even if he stood on a chair.We stationed two troopers before the door, and sent out to a cafe' across the street for our dinners.I finished mine about nine o'clock, and said `Good night' to Stuart, and started to come out here.I went across the street first, however, to give the restaurant man some orders about Burke's breakfast.It is a narrow street, you know, with a long garden-wall and a row of little shops on one side, and with the jail-wall taking up all of the other side.The street was empty when I left the jail, except for the sentry on guard in front of it, but just as I was leaving the restaurant I saw one of Stuart's police come out and peer up and down the street and over at the shops.He looked frightened and anxious, and as I wasn't taking chances on anything, I stepped back into the restaurant and watched him through the window.He waited until the sentry had turned his back, and started away from him on his post, and then I saw him drop his sabre so that it rang on the sidewalk.He was standing, I noticed then, directly under the third window from the door of the jail.That was the window of Burke's cell.When I grasped that fact I got out my gun and walked to the door of the restaurant.Just as I reached it a piece of paper shot out through the bars of Burke's cell and fell at the policeman's feet, and he stamped his boot down on it and looked all around again to see if any one had noticed him.I thought that was my cue, and I ran across the street with my gun pointed, and shouted to him to give me the paper.He jumped about a foot when he first saw me, but he was game, for he grabbed up the paper and stuck it in his mouth and began to chew on it.I was right up on him then, and I hit him on the chin with my left fist and knocked him down against the wall, and dropped on him with both knees and choked him till I made him spit out the paper--and two teeth,''
MacWilliams added, with a conscientious regard for details.
``The sentry turned just then and came at me with his bayonet, but I put my finger to my lips, and that surprised him, so that he didn't know just what to do, and hesitated.You see, I didn't want Burke to hear the row outside, so I grabbed my policeman by the collar and pointed to the jail-door, and the sentry ran back and brought out Stuart and the guard.Stuart was pretty mad when he saw his policeman all bloody.He thought it would prejudice his other men against us, but I explained out loud that the man had been insolent, and I asked Stuart to take us both to his private room for a hearing, and, of course, when Itold him what had happened, he wanted to punch the chap, too.We put him ourselves into a cell where he could not communicate with any one, and then we read the paper.Stuart has it,'' said MacWilliams, pushing back his chair, ``and he'll tell you the rest.'' There was a pause, in which every one seemed to take time to breathe, and then a chorus of questions and explanations.
King lifted his glass to MacWilliams, and nodded.
`` `Well done, Condor,' '' he quoted, smiling.
``Yes,'' said Clay, tapping the younger man on the shoulder as he passed him.``That's good work.Now show us the paper, Stuart.''
Stuart pulled the candles toward him, and spread a slip of paper on the table.
``Burke did this up in one of those paper boxes for wax matches,'' he explained, ``and weighted it with a twenty-dollar gold piece.MacWilliams kept the gold piece, I believe.''
``Going to use it for a scarf-pin,'' explained MacWilliams, in parenthesis.``Sort of war-medal, like the Chief's,'' he added, smiling.
``This is in Spanish,'' Stuart explained.``I will translate it.
