Hector and Mark Anthony in an Awkward Predicament (illustration from the book The Fortunes of Hector O'Halloran, And His Man Mark Antony O'Toole, by W.H. Maxwell)

We retired as quietly as we had advanced - the fosterer leading the retreat.  No sound occasioned alarm - no ghost of Patagonian proportions crossed our path.  We reached the lattice through which we had invaded Don Francisco’s garden.  Mark Anthony popped his head and shoulders through the aperture;  but never did a man withdraw both more rapidly.  A dark-visaged Spaniard pointed a pistol from within, while without, a person immediately at our elbow, in a low, but peremptory voice, ordered us  “to stand.”  The tones were perfectly familiar; indeed, there was no doubt touching the identity of the speaker, for Senhor La Pablos stepped from behind one of the thick shrubs.