Edward Sylvester Ellis, Up the Forked River; Or, Adventures in South America
“ There were six of them, all coming out as clearly in the powerful moonlight as if the sun were in the heavens. The stout form of General Yozarro was at the front, walking at a moderate pace up the slope.The moment he entered the field of vision, Major Starland heard Martella gasp, as if catching his breath. Then the American felt a hand upon his rifle, as if the other were trying to draw it from his grasp.“My chance can never be better,” whispered the deserter.“I will not allow murder to be done; a brave man would not ask it.” ”
