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The
admiral
emitted
a
croaking
,
harsh
laugh
,
and
spake
.
"
They
will
stand
you
,
"
he
said
,
"
with
your
face
to
a
wall
and
shoot
you
dead
.
That
is
the
way
they
kill
traitors
.
I
knew
you
when
you
stepped
into
my
boat
.
I
have
seen
your
picture
in
a
book
.
You
are
Sabas
Placido
,
traitor
to
your
country
.
With
your
face
to
a
wall
.
So
,
you
will
die
.
I
am
the
admiral
,
and
I
will
take
you
to
them
.
With
your
face
to
a
wall
.
Yes
.
"
Don
Sabas
half
turned
and
waved
his
hand
,
with
a
ringing
laugh
,
toward
his
fellow
fugitives
.
"
To
you
,
caballeros
,
I
have
related
the
history
of
that
session
when
we
issued
that
O
!
so
ridiculous
commission
.
Of
a
truth
our
jest
has
been
turned
against
us
.
Behold
the
Frankenstein
's
monster
we
have
created
!
"
Don
Sabas
glanced
toward
the
shore
.
The
lights
of
Coralio
were
drawing
near
.
He
could
see
the
beach
,
the
warehouse
of
the
Bodega
Nacional
,
the
long
,
low
cuartel
occupied
by
the
soldiers
,
and
,
behind
that
,
gleaming
in
the
moonlight
,
a
stretch
of
high
adobe
wall
.
He
had
seen
men
stood
with
their
faces
to
that
wall
and
shot
dead
.
Again
he
addressed
the
extravagant
figure
at
the
helm
.
"
It
is
true
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
I
am
fleeing
the
country
.
But
,
receive
the
assurance
that
I
care
very
little
for
that
.
Courts
and
camps
everywhere
are
open
to
Sabas
Placido
.
Vaya
!
what
is
this
molehill
of
a
republic
--
this
pig
's
head
of
a
country
--
to
a
man
like
me
?
I
am
a
paisano
of
everywhere
.
In
Rome
,
in
London
,
in
Paris
,
in
Vienna
,
you
will
hear
them
say
:
'
Welcome
back
,
Don
Sabas
.
'
Come
!
--
tonto
--
baboon
of
a
boy
--
admiral
,
whatever
you
call
yourself
,
turn
your
boat
.
Put
us
on
board
the
Salvador
,
and
here
is
your
pay
--
five
hundred
pesos
in
money
of
the
Estados
Unidos
--
more
than
your
lying
government
will
pay
you
in
twenty
years
.
"
Don
Sabas
pressed
a
plump
purse
against
the
youth
's
hand
.
The
admiral
gave
no
heed
to
the
words
or
the
movement
.
Braced
against
the
helm
,
he
was
holding
the
sloop
dead
on
her
shoreward
course
.
His
dull
face
was
lit
almost
to
intelligence
by
some
inward
conceit
that
seemed
to
afford
him
joy
,
and
found
utterance
in
another
parrot-like
cackle
.
"
That
is
why
they
do
it
,
"
he
said
--
"
so
that
you
will
not
see
the
guns
.
They
fire
--
oom
!
--
and
you
fall
dead
.
With
your
face
to
the
wall
.
Yes
.
"
The
admiral
called
a
sudden
order
to
his
crew
.
The
lithe
,
silent
Caribs
made
fast
the
sheets
they
held
,
and
slipped
down
the
hatchway
into
the
hold
of
the
sloop
.
When
the
last
one
had
disappeared
,
Don
Sabas
,
like
a
big
,
brown
leopard
,
leaped
forward
,
closed
and
fastened
the
hatch
and
stood
,
smiling
.
