He is only seeing me to the end of the street," pleaded Carmen.
"I shall not let him go another step without the countersign," returned the sentry, doggedly.

"I am not sure that I ought to let you go either, father.

He has only to ask--" A sudden movement of Carmen's arm, a gleam of steel in the darkness, the soldier's musket falls from his grasp, and with a deep groan he sinks heavily on the ground.
"Quick, senor, or we shall be taken! Round the corner! We must not run; that would attract attention.

A sharp walk.

Good! Keep close to the wall.
Two minutes more and we shall be safe.