"In fact, I do not believe there are any others." "Mr.Carmody, if you will lead your party down the stairs and through the hallway to the room at the end of the passage, I will bring up the rear of this little American procession." Mr.Carmody obeyed without hesitation.

One after another the trembling women followed, Mrs.Carmody leading her two young sons.
Out in the hallway Mr.Carmody caught sight of the sailors, who stood revealed in the light of the room, as with watchful eyes they held the seven Mexicans at bay.
"Mr.Carmody," called Dave, just before he entered that room, "I will ask you to lead your party out of doors.

You will find other American sailors there, sir." Entering the room, Dave stood, cap still in hand, until the last of the American women had passed into the open.

Then, replacing his cap, the young naval officer turned to the Mexican who had spoken to the others and who now stood sullenly eyeing the sailors.
"I have carried out my orders," Dave declared, in Spanish.

"I regret that I have no authority to punish you as you deserve.
Instead, therefore, I will wish you good night." Signing to his sailors to pass out before him, Dave was the last to leave the room.