“He’s gone,” said Mrs. Sebastian. “Come, Hernandez, we have no time to lose.”
Hernandez staggered to his feet, and his gaze rested on Shirley. He took a threatening step forward.
“You—” he began.
Mrs. Sebastian threw herself between them.
“There will be no harm done these girls while I am here,” she said quietly. “Please remember that.”
As Hernandez still seemed on the point of trying to get at Shirley, the woman suddenly produced a revolver, which she levelled directly at him.
“Stand back!” she cried. “Haven’t you any sense? Don’t you know what would happen should harm befall either of these girls?”
“She is right,” said the man’s wife. “Come, let us go.”
Hernandez muttered to himself, but he turned away.
In response to his call the native boy again appeared and announced that a closed cab was at the door.