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ful and he appeared to have forgotten his irritation.
As he halted to greet Walter, there came from an open window near by the harsh, screaming accents of a parrot which cried jeeringly:
"Viva Roosevelt! Viva Panama! Poire Colombia! Pobre Colombia! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Fernandez Garcia Alfaro spun round to glare at the disreputable bunch of green feathers which, from its gilded cage, continued to cackle its sentiments concerning "Poor Colombia" with diabolical energy. The young man's black eyes flashed astonishing wrath and hatred, and Walter Goodwin, watching the tableau with a perplexed air, said laughingly:
"Anything personal in the parrot's remarks?"
Alfaro shook both fists at the offending bird and passionately answered in his fluent English:
"It is an insult to me and my country. It is meant to be the worst kind of an insult. I will kill the cursed parrot before I leave this ship. I am a Colombian, as you know. My father is a minister of the government. Panama was stolen from my country to be made into a republic. It was a revolution? Bah! Non-
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