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"
Friends
and
brothers
,
"
General
Pilar
was
saying
,
"
could
I
reach
out
my
hand
this
day
across
the
lamentable
silence
of
the
grave
to
Olivarra
'
the
Good
,
'
to
the
ruler
who
was
one
of
you
,
whose
tears
fell
when
you
sorrowed
,
and
whose
smile
followed
your
joy
--
I
would
bring
him
back
to
you
,
but
--
Olivarra
is
dead
--
dead
at
the
hands
of
a
craven
assassin
!
"
The
speaker
turned
and
gazed
boldly
into
the
carriage
of
the
president
.
His
arm
remained
extended
aloft
as
if
to
sustain
his
peroration
.
The
president
was
listening
,
aghast
,
at
this
remarkable
address
of
welcome
.
He
was
sunk
back
upon
his
seat
,
trembling
with
rage
and
dumb
surprise
,
his
dark
hands
tightly
gripping
the
carriage
cushions
.
Half
rising
,
he
extended
one
arm
toward
the
speaker
,
and
shouted
a
harsh
command
at
Captain
Cruz
.
The
leader
of
the
"
Flying
Hundred
"
sat
his
horse
,
immovable
,
with
folded
arms
,
giving
no
sign
of
having
heard
.
Losada
sank
back
again
,
his
dark
features
distinctly
paling
.
"
Who
says
that
Olivarra
is
dead
?
"
suddenly
cried
the
speaker
,
his
voice
,
old
as
he
was
,
sounding
like
a
battle
trumpet
.
"
His
body
lies
in
the
grave
,
but
to
the
people
he
loved
he
has
bequeathed
his
spirit
--
yes
,
more
--
his
learning
,
his
courage
,
his
kindness
--
yes
,
more
--
his
youth
,
his
image
--
people
of
Anchuria
,
have
you
forgotten
Ramon
,
the
son
of
Olivarra
?
"
Cronin
and
Vincenti
,
watching
closely
,
saw
Dicky
Maloney
suddenly
raise
his
hat
,
tear
off
his
shock
of
red
hair
,
leap
up
the
steps
and
stand
at
the
side
of
General
Pilar
.
The
Minister
of
War
laid
his
arm
across
the
young
man
's
shoulders
.
All
who
had
known
President
Olivarra
saw
again
his
same
lion-like
pose
,
the
same
frank
,
undaunted
expression
,
the
same
high
forehead
with
the
peculiar
line
of
the
clustering
,
crisp
black
hair
.
General
Pilar
was
an
experienced
orator
.
He
seized
the
moment
of
breathless
silence
that
preceded
the
storm
.
"
Citizens
of
Anchuria
,
"
he
trumpeted
,
holding
aloft
the
keys
to
Casa
Morena
,
"
I
am
here
to
deliver
these
keys
--
the
keys
to
your
homes
and
liberty
--
to
your
chosen
president
.
Shall
I
deliver
them
to
Enrico
Olivarra
's
assassin
,
or
to
his
son
?
"
"
Olivarra
!
Olivarra
!
"
the
crowd
shrieked
and
howled
.
All
vociferated
the
magic
name
--
men
,
women
,
children
and
the
parrots
.
And
the
enthusiasm
was
not
confined
to
the
blood
of
the
plebs
.
Colonel
Rocas
ascended
the
steps
and
laid
his
sword
theatrically
at
young
Ramon
Olivarra
's
feet
.
Four
members
of
the
cabinet
embraced
him
.
Captain
Cruz
gave
a
command
,
and
twenty
of
El
Ciento
Huilando
dismounted
and
arranged
themselves
in
a
cordon
about
the
steps
of
Casa
Morena
.
