Happening to catch sight of me when his passion was at the height he swore that he would shoot at least one rebel, and drawing a pistol from his holster pointed it at my head.

I owed my life to Captain Guzman, who was one of the best and bravest of his officers.
"Pray don't do that, general," he said.

"It would be an ill requital for Senor Fortescue's faithful observance of his parole.

And you promised to let him go." "Promised to let him go! So I did, and I will be as good as my word," returned Griscelli, grimly, as he uncocked his pistol.

"Yes, he shall go." "Now ?" "No.