Alfarez nodded agreement. "Quite right!" said he. "He did terrible
'avoc with my men, t'ree of which is now on the 'ospital."

"But why don't they try me or let me get bail? I want to get out."

"You'll be tried as soon as they get around to it."

"Look here!" Kirk showed the marks his assailants had left upon
him. "Will you stand for that? I've been here two nights now
without medical attention." "How about that, Alfarez?"

The commandant shrugged his shoulders. "If he require a doctor,
one shall be secure', but he is not severely injure.' I 'ave
explain the frightful indignity to the honor of my person, yes? As
for me, pooh! It is forget." He waved his hand gracefully and
smiled sweetly upon his fat visitor. "It does not exist. But the
brave soldiers of mine! Ah! Senor Wick, they lofe me, they cannot
forget the honor of el comandante. So! When the prisoner is decide
to insurrect, who can say those gallant soldier don' be too
strong? Who can blame for making roff-'ouse?"

"I guess you ain't hurt much," said Weeks, eying his countryman
coldly. "You didn't get any more than was coming to you."

"I won't stand for this," cried the prisoner, hotly. "The English
consul got that nigger boy out, and I want you to do the same for
me."

"You don't understand. I've got business interests in this