And what is an American who takes
up arms against his country?"
The girl sprang up. "It is a lie. Benito fights for freedom, justice
only--"
"That is not the view of our American Commander," McTurpin rose and
faced her. "The law of war is that a man who fights against his country
is a traitor." His eyes held hers hypnotically. "When this revolt is
over there will be imprisonment or pardon for the Spanish-Californians.
_But Benito will be hanged_."
Inez Windham swayed. One hand grasped at the bench-back for support; the
other clutched her bodice near the throat. "Benito," she said almost in
a whisper. Then she turned upon McTurpin furiously. "Go," she cried. "I
do not believe you. Go!"
But McTurpin did not stir. "It is the law of nations," he declared, "no
use denying it, Miss Windham."
"Why did you come to tell me this? To torture me?"
"To save you--and your brother?"
"How?" she asked fiercely.
"I have influence with Alcalde Bartlett." The gambler smiled. "He owes
me--more than he can pay. But if that fails ..." he turned toward her
eagerly, "I have means to accomplish his escape."
"And the price," she stammered. "There is a price, isn't there?"
His gaze met hers directly, "You, little Inez.
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