There was something around him like an invisible guard.

I knew the feel of it, and that it was his will emerged at height.
"Remember then, senor, that I would have done it for you!" Villejo touched the door.

The Admiral's voice came after.

"My brother, Don Bartholomew, he who was responsible to me and only through me to the Sovereigns, free him, Villejo, and you have all my thanks!" We went to take the gyves from Don Bartholomew.

It would have been comfort to these brothers to be together in prison--but that the Governor of Hispaniola straitly forbade.