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Fox added to the congratulations, then drew Meagher aside, towards the young man who had waited quietly by the door sipping his drink.
"Jim," he said, "I want you to meet an associate of mine who has just returned from a fact-finding trip to Mexico. Jim Meagher, this is Ambrosio O'Higgins."
"That's a divil of a name for a good Irish lad. Welcome Ambrosio, welcome to the Fenian circle."
"It is my pleasure to meet such a renowned officer," O'Higgins said.
They shook hands and Meagher looked at those pale Irish eyes set in the lad's well-tanned face, but forbore asking any questions. The rest of the officers were quiet now, intrigued by this mysterious stranger. It was Fox who broke the silence in a manner that instantly drew their attention.
"One of the things that O'Higgins recently found out was the fact that there are English invaders once more on our American shores."
There was absolute silence now and the smiles were gone. Replaced by an intensity of feeling that emanated from these warriors' faces.
"I have been in the south of Mexico," O'Higgins said. "In the Mexican states of Vera Cruz and Oaxaca. I found there that there are many divisions of British troops that have been landed on the Pacific shore, theoretically invited into that country by the Emperor Maximilian. Who is himself a usurper, kept in power by the French invaders, who have driven into exile the legitimate government of Benito Juarez. They have even forced him to flee his country."
"But—what are the British troops doing there?" Meagher asked, speaking for all of them. Fox answered first.
"They say they are building a road there in the jungle, nothing more. O'Higgins will tell you about it."
"It is a tremendous mighty bit of work. For this purpose they have employed troops of many races. There are Indian regiments with the strangest of names. Dogras and Sepoys, and wee men from Nepal called Gurkhas who are the fiercest fighters in the world, or so I have been told. All of these, some English troops as well, are sweating and slaving in the jungle to build a road between the oceans. From the Pacific to the Atlantic."
Meagher drank deep—then shook his head with befuddlement. "Now what in God's green earth would be the need for a road across Mexico?"
O'Higgins gave a very Latin shrug. "They say it is to help the French collect the money that is owed to them."
"Pull the other one!" someone shouted from the audience and they all called out in agreement. O'Higgins looked puzzled.
"The English are pulling your leg," Meagher said. "Meaning that they are lying out and out about this road."
"In that you are very right," Fox said. "We know that this road is being built, because O'Higgins here has been to Mexico and watched them doing it. Here in Washington we think differently about the reason for its construction. All the evidence leads us to believe that the British are preparing for another invasion of this country."
There was a roar of anger at this news, followed by a number of oaths in both English and Irish. They pressed more punch upon "Andy" O'Higgins—there was no way they could get their mouths around an outlandish name like Ambrosio—and called for more details. O'Higgins told them what he seen, and overheard, while Fox fleshed out the facts with the conclusions he had reached about what the road would be used for.
"What I have told you here is most secret, and is known to very few outside this room. I have taken you into my confidence because you are all good soldiers, good Americans—and Irish as well, which is of great importance. We in the military know that you still have the contacts in Ireland and England and that is why we need your help. There are warships being built now, in Ireland, England and Scotland. If I am correct there will soon be a great fleet assembled. I call upon you for aid in discovering the British plans—"
"We're with you to the man!" Meagher shouted aloud, and the rest roared echo to his words.
"Good. We
"Jim," he said, "I want you to meet an associate of mine who has just returned from a fact-finding trip to Mexico. Jim Meagher, this is Ambrosio O'Higgins."
"That's a divil of a name for a good Irish lad. Welcome Ambrosio, welcome to the Fenian circle."
"It is my pleasure to meet such a renowned officer," O'Higgins said.
They shook hands and Meagher looked at those pale Irish eyes set in the lad's well-tanned face, but forbore asking any questions. The rest of the officers were quiet now, intrigued by this mysterious stranger. It was Fox who broke the silence in a manner that instantly drew their attention.
"One of the things that O'Higgins recently found out was the fact that there are English invaders once more on our American shores."
There was absolute silence now and the smiles were gone. Replaced by an intensity of feeling that emanated from these warriors' faces.
"I have been in the south of Mexico," O'Higgins said. "In the Mexican states of Vera Cruz and Oaxaca. I found there that there are many divisions of British troops that have been landed on the Pacific shore, theoretically invited into that country by the Emperor Maximilian. Who is himself a usurper, kept in power by the French invaders, who have driven into exile the legitimate government of Benito Juarez. They have even forced him to flee his country."
"But—what are the British troops doing there?" Meagher asked, speaking for all of them. Fox answered first.
"They say they are building a road there in the jungle, nothing more. O'Higgins will tell you about it."
"It is a tremendous mighty bit of work. For this purpose they have employed troops of many races. There are Indian regiments with the strangest of names. Dogras and Sepoys, and wee men from Nepal called Gurkhas who are the fiercest fighters in the world, or so I have been told. All of these, some English troops as well, are sweating and slaving in the jungle to build a road between the oceans. From the Pacific to the Atlantic."
Meagher drank deep—then shook his head with befuddlement. "Now what in God's green earth would be the need for a road across Mexico?"
O'Higgins gave a very Latin shrug. "They say it is to help the French collect the money that is owed to them."
"Pull the other one!" someone shouted from the audience and they all called out in agreement. O'Higgins looked puzzled.
"The English are pulling your leg," Meagher said. "Meaning that they are lying out and out about this road."
"In that you are very right," Fox said. "We know that this road is being built, because O'Higgins here has been to Mexico and watched them doing it. Here in Washington we think differently about the reason for its construction. All the evidence leads us to believe that the British are preparing for another invasion of this country."
There was a roar of anger at this news, followed by a number of oaths in both English and Irish. They pressed more punch upon "Andy" O'Higgins—there was no way they could get their mouths around an outlandish name like Ambrosio—and called for more details. O'Higgins told them what he seen, and overheard, while Fox fleshed out the facts with the conclusions he had reached about what the road would be used for.
"What I have told you here is most secret, and is known to very few outside this room. I have taken you into my confidence because you are all good soldiers, good Americans—and Irish as well, which is of great importance. We in the military know that you still have the contacts in Ireland and England and that is why we need your help. There are warships being built now, in Ireland, England and Scotland. If I am correct there will soon be a great fleet assembled. I call upon you for aid in discovering the British plans—"
"We're with you to the man!" Meagher shouted aloud, and the rest roared echo to his words.
"Good. We
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