These were revolutionary times and people could not go in or out of the city unnoticed.
Particularly was La Viga guarded.

He knew that his fate now rested with Benito Igarritos and his wife Juana, but he trusted them.

The officer was peremptory, but the bergantin was most innocent in appearance.
Merely a humble vegetable boat returning down La Viga after a successful day in the city.

"Your family ?" Ned heard the officer say to Benito, as he flashed the lantern in turn upon every one.
Taciturn, like most men of the oppressed races, Benito nodded, while his wife sat silent in her great red and yellow reboso.

Ned leaned carelessly upon the oar, but his face was well hid by the sombrero, and his heart was throbbing.