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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: guards.
"Why don't my little birdies sing?" he asked, with a wink at the
soldiers. "One of them will not do any singing after daybreak
to-morrow. Ho, ho, my larks! Tune up, tune up!"
"What do you mean about one not singing after daybreak?" asked
the girl, with eyes dilating.
"What! Hasn't he told you? Senor the ranger is to be hanged at
the dawn unless he finds his tongue for Governor Megales. Ho, ho!
Our birdie must speak even if he doesn't sing." And with that as
a parting shot the man clanged the door to after him and locked
it.
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