Сердца трех / Hearts of three. Уровень 3

Francis was thrusting a revolver to him through the bars.

“Henry,” Francis said. “Stand back in your cell, because there will be a hole in this wall. The Angelique is waiting for you. Now, stand back.”

Henry backed into a rear corner of his cell, and the door was clumsily unlocked and opened.

“Kill the Gringo!” cried the gendarmes.

Ignacio fired wildly from his gun. The next moment he went down under the Henry’s bullet. Henry waited for the explosion.

It came. The window and the wall beneath it became all one aperture.

Francis dragged him out through the hole.

“The horses are waiting,” Francis told Henry. “And Leoncia is waiting with them. In fifteen minutes we’re on the beach, where the boat is waiting.”

“Funny thing that whiskey. An old man broke a wagon right in front of the jail,” Henry said.

“A noble Narvaez, eh, senor?” Francis asked.

“It was you!”

Francis smiled.

Chapter VI

Jefe Politico of San Antonio, leaned back in his chair with a smile.

The old judge gave judgment according to program. And the Jefe was two hundred dollars richer. His smile was even broader as he greeted Alvarez Torres.

“Listen,” said Torres. “We can kill both Morgans: Henry tomorrow, Francis today.”

The Jefe remained silent.

“I have advised him to storm the jail. The Solanos are with him. They will surely attempt to do it this evening. They could not do it sooner. Francis Morgan will be killed in the fight.

”

“Why must we kill Francis?” the Jefe asked. “Henry must be hanged. But let Francis go back to New York.”

“Francis must be kept away from New York for a month or forever. I understood Senor Regan quite well. Money matters, you know.”

“But you have not told me how much you have received, nor how much you will receive,” the Jefe said.

“It is a private agreement. This Senor Regan is a hard man, a very hard man. But I will divide fairly with you.

”

The Jefe nodded, then said:

“A thousand?”

“I think so. And five hundred is yours if Francis leaves his bones in San Antonio.”

“It must be more than a thousand,” the Jefe persisted.

“Senor Regan may be generous,” Torres responded. “He may even give me five hundred more, half of which will be yours.”

“I shall go immediately to the jail,” the Jefe announced. “You may trust me, Senor Torres, as I trust you. Come.