But we've got to do something. We've got to burn the
wires to Washington--yes, and to Mexico City. We must get the
government to send soldiers after her. God! What have we got 'em
for, anyhow?"
"Washington won't do anything. What can be done when there are
thousands of American women in the same danger? What steps can the
government take, with the fleet on its way to Vera Cruz, with the
army mobilizing, and with diplomatic relations suspended? Those
Greasers are filling their jails with our people--rounding 'em up
for the day of the big break--and the State Department knows it.
No, Longorio saw it all coming--he's no fool. He's got her; she's
in there--trapped."
Blaze took the speaker by the shoulder and faced him about. "Look
here," said he, "I'm beginnin' to get wise to you. I believe
you're--the man in the case." When Dave nodded, he vented his
amazement in a long whistle. After a moment he asked, "Well, why
did you want me to come here alone, ahead of the others?"
"Because I want you to know the whole inside of this thing so that
you can get busy when I'm gone; because I want to borrow what
money you have--"
"What you aimin' to pull off?" Blaze inquired, suspiciously.
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