Then your letters grew confidential, finally suggesting a private arrangement between Mr.Cameron and yourself under which the arms and ammunition to be purchased were to be delivered to secret agents on the Mexican side of the Rio Grande." Don Miguel's face was now working convulsively, his hands, clenched, were fanning the air in denial, and it seemed as if he would spring upon the boy.
"It is false!" he shouted.

"All false!" "Suspicious that the arms and ammunition were to be used against his own country, Mr.Cameron drew you out on this point, how cleverly you well know, until the whole plot lay revealed.

You were purchasing the goods in the interest of a junta which proposed to arm such outlaws and rag-a-muffins as could be assembled, and to send them across the Rio Grande on a hostile mission in the guise of Mexican soldiers." "False! False!" almost howled the diplomat.

"How is it that you, a boy, a mere child, who should be with his mother in the nursery, should know such things ?" he demanded; then seeing his error, he added, "should place such a construction on a plain business transaction ?" "It was the purpose of this junta," Nestor went on, not noticing the interruption, "in marching this ragged army across the border to precipitate war between the United States and Mexico.

With an invader on their soil, the members of the junta reasoned, all Mexicans would flock to the standard of their country, and the war with the United States would be fought out by a united Mexico." "Lies! Lies!" Don Miguel was now walking fiercely about the little dent in the side of the mountain where the camp was built, pressing close to the loaded guns of the guards, each time, before he turned back to swing and rave over the ground again.
"This very pretty conspiracy to involve the United States in a war with Mexico," Nestor continued, "was unwittingly foiled by a desperate crime--perhaps committed by yourself.".