The Colonel was blustering and storming, the great bulk of him towering above the wizened little overdressed figure of the Governor.

But the little fop was not to be browbeaten.

His excellency was conscious that he had behind him the force of public opinion to support him.

Some there might be, but they were not many, who held such ruthless views as Colonel Bishop.

His excellency asserted his authority.
It was by his orders that Blood had devoted himself to the wounded Spaniards, and his orders were to be carried out.