Johnston McCulley

“ Fray Felipe crossed the tiny room and removed the bar from the door and hurled it open. The light from many torches struck against him, and men with naked blades in their hands thrust him aside and plunged into the hut until it would hold no more, the governor's lieutenant and Pasqual Garabito leading them.
"How is this?" Fray Felipe demanded in a loud and stern voice. "You violate my poor dwelling at night, Señor Lieutenant, with weapons held ready as if for a foe? You care naught if you disturb a man at prayers?" ”

“ Señor Malpartida cried. "I am disgraced! My daughter alone with that man!"
"You are not disgraced, señor," the stern voice of Fray Felipe rang out. "She has a right to be with Señor Botello."
"A right? A right, say you? How, in the name of all the saints, can you make that statement, fray?"
She has the right of every wife to be with her husband."
"Her husband!"
Malpartida and Garabito and the lieutenant cried it in a breath.
"But yes, señores! Because they wished it. and because they said they would make the journey at any rate, I married them here in my hut but a few minutes ago." ”

“ There is but the one apartment to my dwelling, señor, and it is not so large but a clear-sighted man may penetrate the furthest corner of it with his eyes. Look your fill, and then tell me whether you can find fugitives here."
"Stand back! There is scant room!" the officer cried to his men; and his soldiers fell back, until only the lieutenant and Garabito and two guards were inside the hut. ”