Take me with you, Juan, I beseech you!' and she caught him by the arm and clung to him.
He shook her from him somewhat roughly, and as he did so his wide hat fell to the ground so that the moonlight shone upon his face.

By Heaven! it was he--Juan de Garcia and no other! I could not be mistaken.

There was the deeply carved, cruel face, the high forehead with the scar on it, the thin sneering mouth, the peaked beard and curling hair.

Chance had given him into my hand, and I would kill him or he should kill me.
I took three paces and stood before him, drawing my sword as I came.
'What, my dove, have you a bully at hand ?' he said stepping back astonished.

'Your business, senor?
Are you here to champion beauty in distress ?' 'I am here, Juan de Garcia, to avenge a murdered woman.