Drums were beat and trumpets sounded.

A small body of troops hastily advanced from the city, opening their ranks to receive the panting horse and its apparently exhausted rider, but closing them to give an ineffective volley against his pursuers, who were now flying in consternation.
Half an hour afterwards, Ridge, addressed as Senor Remelios, stood in the presence of General Pando, the Spanish commander of the eastern diocese of the island, and second only to the Captain-General, who was carefully reading a despatch just handed him by the young trooper.
"You say, senor, that you have just come from Gibara, where you were secretly landed last night ?" "Yes, General." "Also from this note, signed by Lieutenant Carranza, I learn that the Americans are about to land in force at Cienfuegos." "Such are Senor Carranza's latest advices." "Um! They conflict, however, with news just brought from the south that a landing has already been effected at Guantanamo." Here the old soldier peered keenly at our hero, who experienced a thrill of uneasiness.
At this moment there came a challenge from the sentry stationed at the door.

It was satisfactorily answered, and another individual hurriedly entered the room.
"Your Excellency," said this person, making a profound salute, "pardon my intrusion; but I am come to denounce the man now standing before you as a Yankee spy.

His despatch is a forgery and utterly false, since the American army is not to land at Cienfuegos, but at Santiago." Just here Ridge obtained his first view of the speaker's face, and was overwhelmed with dismay to recognize in it the features of the man who had ridden with him all that day under the guise of a Cuban patriot.
It was that of Enrico del Concha..