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I was annoyed, but I answered, civilly: "It's in a good cause," I said. "As I understand the situation, this President Alvarez is a tyrant. He's opposed to all progress. It's a fight for liberty." Aiken interrupted me with a laugh, and placed his feet on the table. "Oh, come," he said, in a most offensive tone. "Play fair, play fair." "Play fair? What do you mean?" I demanded.

He thought that Alvarez at times had patronized him too much, had assumed too lofty an air, and he was willing to see him suffer mortification. Moreover, he could use the hurt pride of Alvarez as an additional incitement against the five whom he hated.

In this place he increased his force to two hundred men, and finding the country fertile and abounding in provisions, he determined to remain there till he might receive ulterior orders from his majesty, in reply to the informations he had transmitted by Diego Alvarez de Cueto.

"It was another fellow who brought the wine," he said, and Alvarez beckoned the waiter. "Call the mayor-domo." A man dressed in plain black clothes came in, and Alvarez asked: "How many of these fellows did you send to serve the wine?" "Two, señor. It was enough." "Three came. It will be your business to find the third," said the president sternly and turned to Kit. "What was the fellow like?"

Clay sprang down the broad stairs calling, "Come to me;" but before he could reach Stuart, a woman's voice rang out, in a long terrible cry of terror, a cry that was neither a prayer nor an imprecation, but which held the agony of both. Stuart started, and looked up to where Madame Alvarez had thrown herself toward him across the broad balustrade of the stairway.

Unless some dark scheme, such as that which Barnard appeared to have in common with Don Diego, commanded obscurity, would it have been likely that Gerald should have met Alvarez alone, at night, on an unfrequented spot? What that scheme /was/, I guessed not, I cared not. All my interest in the identity of Barnard with Gerald Devereux was that derived from the power he seemed to possess over Isora.

Mendoza galloped up to Alvarez with his sword still in salute. His eyes were burning with excitement and with the light of success. No one but Stuart and Rojas heard his words; to the spectators and to the army he appeared as though he was, in his capacity of Commander-in-Chief, delivering some brief report, or asking for instructions. "Dr.

Here, as they approached, it then being pretty dark and the moon not yet having risen, the watch upon the deck hailed them, whereupon Captain Morgan called out in Spanish that he was Captain Alvarez Mendazo, and that he brought despatches for the vice-admiral.

"Francisco Alvarez, thou hast done crime enough already!" exclaimed the priest. Alvarez regained his balance, cast one look of hate at the man who had intervened, and cried: "Ha! it is you, priest, who have come in my way once more! Then go the way of martyrdom!" Turning his pistol he fired the bullet full into the black-robed chest, and Father Montigny fell dying.

The Spaniards love dearly to do everything with deliberation; the summer had ended, and the winter had come and gone, before the events just narrated took place. Two or three days after the "San Nicolas" had sailed, it became generally known that Lieutenant Pedro Alvarez, the only surviving officer of the unfortunate "Saint Cecilia," had arrived at Cadiz.