But the last look that Luiz had bent upon the boy was one of pity and sympathy.
Paul staggered with the force of the push that the men had given him, and for a moment or two he was dazed, but eye and brain alike cleared as a great shout arose.

Then he beheld an extraordinary scene.
The boy stood within a ring fence enclosing a circular space perhaps thirty yards across, free from grass, and trodden hard.

The fence was of boards only about half way around, the rest of it being made of strong parallel bars about two feet apart and fastened to posts.

At the far side a rude log stable seemed to open into it.

The place might have been intended as a breaking ground for horses but Paul did not have time to think.
Facing him just outside the fence and sitting on a hastily constructed wooden seat was Francisco Alvarez, still in his finest uniform.