Date had been wrapped up in the cotton-wool of civilization for a long time, but his primitive instincts rose to the surface, now that he had to face a probable rough-and-tumble fight.

"But I don't expect there will be any scrap," he said regretfully.

"My uniform will settle the matter." It certainly seemed to annoy Captain Hervey considerably, for, as the boat approached the shore, and the moonlight revealed a distinctly official overcoat, he gave an order.

The man stopped rowing and the boat rocked gently, some distance from the jetty.
"You've got a high old crowd with you, Don Pedro," sang out Hervey, in great displeasure.

"Is that angel in the military togs, with the brass buttons, the almighty aristocrat!" "No.