In walking, he moved with an air of purposeful concentration that differed singularly from the languorous stroll of the average Brazilian officer, while his seat in the saddle, though confident enough, could not be mistaken for that of a man who never walks a yard if there is an animal to bestride.
The new arrival was, however, at once too weary and too excited to give further heed to one who was an utter stranger.

She pushed her way through knots of smoking loungers, entered the tent, and uttered a little scream of delight when the President, who was writing at a big table, happened to glance at her.

De Sylva rose hastily, with an amazed look on his usually unemotional face; forthwith the girl flung herself into his arms.
"Father!" "Carmela!" San Benavides, whose back was turned, heard the joyous cries of the reunited father and daughter.

They were locked in each other's embrace, and the eyes of every man present were drawn to a pathetic and unexpected meeting.

For that reason, and because none gave a thought to him, the pallor that changed the bronze of his forehead and cheeks into a particularly unhealthy-looking tint of olive green passed unnoticed.