"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
country, and I can't dash about creating international issues
every time an American gets locked up for disorderly conduct. How
long do you think I'd last with these people if I did that?"
"Are you really afraid to do anything?" Kirk inquired, slowly. "Or
is it because of our row?"
"Oh, there's nothing personal about it! I can't afford personal
feelings in my position. Really, I don't see where you're so much
abused. You assaulted a government officer and resisted arrest. If
you got hurt it's your own fault. Of course I'll see that you have
a fair trial."
The commandant spoke up with ingratiating politeness: "The
prisoner say he is reech man's son.
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