The Captain whom he addressed had been in the audience, within close distance of the Governor, for some time, and only waited for the sign from him to quell the disturbers.
At the same moment the auditorium was filled with officers of law, the boxes occupied by the President and family and other visitors were completely surrounded with soldiers armed to the teeth.
Friends of the priest, Father Hernandez, had carried him out the moment he fell in a faint; others, in sympathy with Don Francisco R. Cantu y Falomir, ushered him out quickly, so the police restored quiet by their presence.
Some nervous sensationalist was so bold as to cry out: “God save the President! This occasion is for the purpose of getting him here to murder him. It is the old story repeated. Abraham Lincoln was shot by a traitor while in a theatre two hundred and fifty years ago. We must protect our President with our lives.”
The person who gave vent to this cry was at once put under arrest, and taken by force out of the theatre.
Quiet was once more restored and by a few words from the Governor, the people were assured of protection and that the banquet would take place.
CHAPTER VI.
MRS. GRANGE AND THE PRESIDENT.
It was the powerful influence of the minds of the Governor and his able coworkers upon the people which produced quiet.
Even the aggressive Señorita Marriet Motuble leaned back in her chair with a dreamy faraway look on her face.
The Governor had spoken longer than he intended, and on looking at the timepiece, which occupied a conspicuous place in the room, he was greatly surprised to find the hour of midnight.