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"
From
you
!
Yes
,
from
you
!
"
For
the
space
of
a
second
or
so
the
colonel
stood
with
a
perfectly
stony
expression
of
face
;
then
,
as
Captain
Mitchell
flung
out
an
arm
towards
the
table
as
if
to
snatch
up
the
revolver
,
Sotillo
,
with
a
yell
of
alarm
,
bounded
to
the
door
and
was
gone
in
a
flash
,
slamming
it
after
him
.
Surprise
calmed
Captain
Mitchell
's
fury
.
Behind
the
closed
door
Sotillo
shouted
on
the
landing
,
and
there
was
a
great
tumult
of
feet
on
the
wooden
staircase
.
"
Disarm
him
!
Bind
him
!
"
the
colonel
could
be
heard
vociferating
.
Captain
Mitchell
had
just
the
time
to
glance
once
at
the
windows
,
with
three
perpendicular
bars
of
iron
each
and
some
twenty
feet
from
the
ground
,
as
he
well
knew
,
before
the
door
flew
open
and
the
rush
upon
him
took
place
.
In
an
incredibly
short
time
he
found
himself
bound
with
many
turns
of
a
hide
rope
to
a
high-backed
chair
,
so
that
his
head
alone
remained
free
.
Not
till
then
did
Sotillo
,
who
had
been
leaning
in
the
doorway
trembling
visibly
,
venture
again
within
.
The
soldiers
,
picking
up
from
the
floor
the
rifles
they
had
dropped
to
grapple
with
the
prisoner
,
filed
out
of
the
room
.
The
officers
remained
leaning
on
their
swords
and
looking
on
.
"
The
watch
!
the
watch
!
"
raved
the
colonel
,
pacing
to
and
fro
like
a
tiger
in
a
cage
.
"
Give
me
that
man
's
watch
.
"
It
was
true
,
that
when
searched
for
arms
in
the
hall
downstairs
,
before
being
taken
into
Sotillo
's
presence
,
Captain
Mitchell
had
been
relieved
of
his
watch
and
chain
;
but
at
the
colonel
's
clamour
it
was
produced
quickly
enough
,
a
corporal
bringing
it
up
,
carried
carefully
in
the
palms
of
his
joined
hands
.
Sotillo
snatched
it
,
and
pushed
the
clenched
fist
from
which
it
dangled
close
to
Captain
Mitchell
's
face
.
"
Now
then
!
You
arrogant
Englishman
!
You
dare
to
call
the
soldiers
of
the
army
thieves
!
Behold
your
watch
.
"
He
flourished
his
fist
as
if
aiming
blows
at
the
prisoner
's
nose
.
Captain
Mitchell
,
helpless
as
a
swathed
infant
,
looked
anxiously
at
the
sixty-guinea
gold
half-chronometer
,
presented
to
him
years
ago
by
a
Committee
of
Underwriters
for
saving
a
ship
from
total
loss
by
fire
.
Sotillo
,
too
,
seemed
to
perceive
its
valuable
appearance
.
He
became
silent
suddenly
,
stepped
aside
to
the
table
,
and
began
a
careful
examination
in
the
light
of
the
candles
.
He
had
never
seen
anything
so
fine
.
His
officers
closed
in
and
craned
their
necks
behind
his
back
.
He
became
so
interested
that
for
an
instant
he
forgot
his
precious
prisoner
.
There
is
always
something
childish
in
the
rapacity
of
the
passionate
,
clear-minded
,
Southern
races
,
wanting
in
the
misty
idealism
of
the
Northerners
,
who
at
the
smallest
encouragement
dream
of
nothing
less
than
the
conquest
of
the
earth
.
Sotillo
was
fond
of
jewels
,
gold
trinkets
,
of
personal
adornment
.
