Johnston McCulley

“ It is too much! I shall fight against you and your men as long as there is breath in my body!"
"And that will not be for long, Don Carlos, if you attempt to give battle. I am but carrying out my orders."
"My beloved wife placed under arrest like a native wench! And on such a charge! What are you to do with her, sergeant?"
"She goes to cárcel."
"My wife in that foul place? Is there no justice in the land? She is a tender lady of noble blood—"
"Enough of this, señor. My orders are my orders, and I carry them out as instructed. I am a soldier and I obey." ”

“ And some were young, with the blood running hot in their veins, and they looked upon the suffering face of Dona Catalina and imagined her their own mother, and upon the lovely face of the señorita and imagined her their sister or betrothed. ”

“ The soldiers made some pretense of holding them back, and the sergeant dismounted and forced Don Carlos and his wife and daughter to step to the ground.
Uncouth and intoxicated men jostled them as they walked up the steps to the door. More mud was thrown, and some of it spattered upon Dona Catalina's gown. But if the mob expected an outburst on the part of the aged caballero, it was disappointed. Don Carlos held his head high, ignoring those who were striving to torment him, and so led his ladies to the door. ”