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Updated: September 28, 2025
"Have I any part to play in this, or do you go it alone?" Blanco leaned forward. "It may be necessary to have someone near enough to the Palace in Puntal to insure immediate action action to be taken on the instant.... You must return to the city, Señor.... It will be for only a few days.
Manuel Blanco turned the corner and Benton slipped quickly down from his perch on the wall and fell into step as the other passed. "It is difficult to learn anything, Señor." The Spaniard spoke low as he led the way outward from the city. "Puntal is usually a quiet place and the festivities have made it like a child at a fiesta.
Though deluged by the tremendous rains of the tropics from day to day, the water supply was wholly insufficient, and the little obtainable was so tainted as to make its use fraught with danger. There was no pilot who knew the roadstead in order to lead the ships against the Morro and the Puntal for many days.
The man dropped into the crowd and was swallowed up, and he knew by her familiar gesture of brushing something away from her temples, that she believed she had seen an image projected from a troubled brain. "Come," he said brokenly to his companion, "for God's sake get me out of this crowd." The Strangers' Club of Puntal sits high on a solid wall of rock and overlooks the sea.
With the sapphire bay of Puntal at his back, his knees clasped between interlacing fingers, Benton sat on the stone sea-wall and affected to whistle up a lightness of heart. Near at hand sprawled a picturesque city, its houses tinted in pea-greens, pinks and soft blues, or as white and decorative as though fashioned in icing on a cake.
He swept both hands apart. "But had I known then what to-day has taught me, I should have held my tongue that evening when the Pretender plotted in the café." "To-morrow," said Benton slowly, "there will be festivity. I can't be here then. I must leave to-night but you, amigo mio, you must stay and watch. If Lapas is taken prisoner and silenced there will be no one in Puntal who will suspect you.
Jusseret looked at her in surprise. "I supposed he was here, consulting with you. I sent him to you with a letter recommending him as a useful instrument." "He was in Algiers, but I sent him away." The Countess laughed. "He wanted money, always money, until I wearied of furnishing his purse." "Even if he were available he could hardly go to Puntal, Madame," demurred Jusseret. "Von Ritz knows him."
In the first place, it had been posted from Puntal, and instead of the familiar violet stamp of Maritzburg, with which her other letters had been franked during the two months past, this stamp was pink, and its medallion bore the profile of Karyl. That she had left Maritzburg, and that she had written him a message to be sealed for a month, meant that the date of March 5th had significance.
The fortifications, which were too newly erected to be quite incapable of repair, were set in order, the guns of Morro Castle and of the fort known as the Puntal, across from it, were trained on the advancing foe, and the Spanish ships were sunk, as has been said.
The Puntal was silenced, troops landed, and after five days of ferocious fighting, in which the British and American losses were enormous by reason of their exposed position, and where every one concerned exhibited the utmost valor, Morro Castle was carried by the bayonet. The fighting within its walls after an entry had been made was exceedingly fierce.
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