There they sat in silence for a few minutes, while the Governor General dictated to a secretary who sat at a little table by his side and who wrote with a goose-quill.
The wide door was at length thrown open again, and the usher announced Don Francisco and his aide, Senor Braxton Wyatt.

The five were amazed and indignant at the assurance of the renegade, but they said nothing.
Alvarez walked into the room, cool, dignified, and austere, but his manner was not calculated to ruffle his superior officer.

It seemed rather to indicate a confidence that the Governor General would punish as was fitting the impertinence of the intruders from Kaintock.

He bestowed only a single glance upon them, as if his victory over such insignificant opponents were already assured.

The blood slowly rose to the faces of Paul and Henry, but they were about to witness an extraordinary exhibition of Spanish pliancy and dexterity.
Braxton Wyatt was as thoroughly the Spaniard as clothes could make him, which was not thorough at all, and he imitated his leader even to the supercilious glance at the Kentuckians and the following look of assured victory.