Johnston McCulley

“ Inez gasped, recoiling a moment, then running to the foot of the platform again. "Rather than be wife to such a man—"
But Malpartida, the father, had his way now, for he seized her by an arm and forced her to walk aside.
"Silence, girl!" he cried. "His excellency has seen fit to save your good name, and Señor Garabito is caballero enough to claim you as his bride when perhaps none other would—"
"Another would! And I have done no wrong!"
"You are beside yourself! Be silent!" ”

“ His excellency did not relish this scene, and so made haste to end matters. He looked down at Botello even more angrily.
He saw a man whose face failed to betray what emotion he felt. It was like a mask, but behind the mask a mental conflict raged. Botello had made his decision now. No woman should be sacrificed to such a man as Pasqual Garabito if he could prevent it, least of all the woman he loved and who loved him.
"Bartolmeo Botello," the governor said, "it is not necessary to call witnesses, as I said before this interruption. ”

“ I adjudge you guilty of violating my order regarding brawling. We must make an example, in order that others of De Balboa's throng will learn that law has come to Darien. You shall be confined in the stockade until morning, when you shall be taken to the plaza and there publicly whipped. After that, you are to be exiled from Antigua, and may rejoin your comrades on the Great South Sea if you wish, so that you remain away from this place."
An instant of deep silence, while Botello seemed to grow inches taller.
"You would dare?" he cried then. "You would have a caballero whipped in public? ”