"As you perhaps surmise, I am going to stay here indefinitely, Wyatt.

This place of mine, Beaulieu, I call it, is at a suitable distance from New Orleans and I am an absolute monarch while I remain.

Here, on the border, I am as a military commander, practically lord of life and death, and on one excuse or another I can hold the troops as long as I please." "Which seems to me to be very convenient for all our plans," said Braxton Wyatt.
The Spaniard smiled, but speedily contracted his brows again.

The cut that Paul had given him was hurting.
"I should like to punish that boy in some spectacular manner," he said.

"I should want him to be humiliated in the presence of others as I was." Suddenly he raised his head, which he had bent in thought, and his lips curled in laughter under his yellow mustache.
"I have it!" he exclaimed.