"To carcel?" Don Carlos screeched. "You would dare? You would throw a caballero into the filthy jail? You would place him where they keep insubordinate natives and common felons?"
"I have my orders, señor. You will prepare to accompany us at once!"
"I must give my superintendent instructions regarding the management of the hacienda."
"I'll go along with you, señor".
Don Carlos's face flamed purple. His hands clenched as he regarded the sergeant.
"Am I to be insulted with every word?" he cried. "Do you think I would run away like a criminal?"
"I have my orders, señor!" the sergeant said.
"At least, I may break this news to my wife and daughter without an outsider being at my shoulder?"
"Your wife is Doña Catalina Pulido?"
"Certainly."