Pushing them right and left, a tall, distinguished-looking military man strides into the sanctuary.
Don Huerta dashes his sword back into its sheath and sullenly awaits developments.
General Murillo, for the arrival is he, glances from one of the party to the other, and then addresses himself to Ashley:
“Senor, may I ask the meaning of this warlike demonstration?”
Ashley lowers his revolver. “It means, general, that your arrival has averted an international episode.”
General Murillo turns to Huerta. “Withdraw at once,” he commands. “I will see you anon.”
When Captain Huerta and his men have left the church Murillo asks:
“And now, Senor Ashley, will you be good enough to explain this peculiar affair?”
“Willingly. But first, general,” says Jack, with a faint grin, “allow me to introduce you to the prettiest girl in Cuba.” And for the first time since the storming of the church door he removes his arm from about the waist of the Pearl of the Antilles.
Murillo bows with Spanish profundity. “I have the honor of the acquaintance of the Senorita de Quesada,” he remarks.