Leaving the town and its helpless folk
Doomed to death at a single stroke?
No! Though only a peon born
Heart like his might a king adorn!
Waving his arms to his frightened crew,
Such as remained, a scattered few,
Garcia uttered a warning shout—
"Undile! Vamos!" ("Run! Get out!")
Leaped to his engine waiting there,
Opened the throttle, released the air,