"Admiral Fairbanks, this is the hour, and you are the man. If you fail, and, later, the shadows of war darken these shores, then must you answer at the bar of conscience and humanity. I have risked my own life, and forced the poor Mexicans with me to risk theirs, that I might plead with you."
The commander looked earnestly at the woman.
"Admiral, consider the tremendous potentialities that await your inaction."
He studied the floor in deep thought.
"Now is the supreme moment, Admiral Fairbanks."
The Admiral arose, looked out the window, walked back to his desk, put his hands in his pocket, then clasped them behind him; once more went to the window, and back again; took a speaking-tube off its hook. "How are those Mexicans getting along in the cockpit, Doctor? Good. Have they breakfasted? Each one enough for three, you say? Good."
He sat quiet a moment. Arising, he came in front of the señora, lines of firmness marking his face.
"Too many times have the shadows of war darkened our world history. Her gracious Majesty, our young Queen Victoria, ever counsels to work in the interest of peace. Never have I had wish other than this. Señora Valentino, what you say strikes home. I shall invest Monterey to-morrow."
A marine rapped at the door. He saluted and gave a message.
"The Calliope signals that Padre Osuna wishes to speak with Admiral Fairbanks."