Once the tide turned there would be no stopping it until Sancho Mendez was torn to pieces.

He would shriek his innocence into deaf ears.

And that was Manuel's game.
Percival's heart leaped with joy as he saw the armed force under Lieutenant Platt move swiftly into a position barring the way to the woods.

He thrilled with a mighty pride in the shrewd intelligence and resourcefulness of this trained fighting-man from the far-off homeland.
Manuel Crust was turning away to mingle with the crowd.

Quick as a flash, Percival was down from the steps and at the "Portugee's" side.