"
"Say one hundred, and it is a bargain," urged the jailor, coolly.
"On your own terms, then," was the general's reply, as he groaned
with pain.
"It is dangerous business, but it shall be done," said the other,
drawing a dagger from his bosom and feeling its point carefully.
"But I must have another day, as to-night it may be too late before
I can arrange to meet him, and that will allow but one more night to
pass. I can do nothing in the daytime."
"Very well."
"Where shall I be most likely to meet him, think you?"
"Possibly after twilight, on the Plato, near the house of Don
Gonzales."
"I will be on the watch for him, and my trusty steel shall not fail
me."
Thus saying, and after a few other words of little importance, the
jailor departed.
Maddened by the short confinement and suffering he had experienced,
General Harero resolved to rid himself at once of the stumbling
block in his path that General Bezan proved himself to be. A
reckless character, almost born, and ever bred a soldier, he stopped
at no measures to bring about any desired end. Nor was Lorenzo
Bezan's life the first one he had attempted, through the agency of
others; the foul stains of murder already rested upon his soul.
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