“‘Out of the house!  The door!  Fly, Santierra, fly!’ howled the General.  You know, senores, in our country the bravest are not ashamed of the fear an earthquake strikes into all the senses of man.  One never gets used to it.  Repeated experience only augments the mastery of that nameless terror.

“It was my first earthquake, and I was the calmest of them all.  I understood that the crash outside was caused by the porch, with its wooden pillars and tiled roof projection, falling down.  The next shock would destroy the house, maybe.  That rumble as of thunder was approaching again.  The General was rushing round the room, to find the door perhaps.  He made a noise as though he were trying to climb the walls, and I heard him distinctly invoke the names of several saints.  ‘Out, out, Santierra!’ he yelled.

“The girl’s voice was the only one I did not hear.

“‘General,’ I cried, I cannot move the door.  We must be locked in.’

“I did not recognize his voice in the shout of malediction and despair he let out.  Senores, I know many men in my country, especially in the provinces most subject to earthquakes, who will neither eat, sleep, pray, nor even sit down to cards with closed doors.  The danger is not in the loss of time, but in this—­that the movement of the walls may prevent a door being opened at all.  This was what had happened to us.  We were trapped, and we had no help to expect from anybody.  There is no man in my country who will go into a house when the earth trembles.  There never was—­except one:  Gaspar Ruiz.

“He had come out of whatever hole he had been hiding in outside, and had clambered over the timbers of the destroyed porch.  Above the awful subterranean groan of coming destruction I heard a mighty voice shouting the word ‘Erminia!’ with the lungs of a giant.  An earthquake is a great leveller of distinctions.  I collected all my resolution against the terror of the scene.  ‘She is here,’ I shouted back.  A roar as of a furious wild beast answered me—­while my head swam, my heart sank, and the sweat of anguish streamed like rain off my brow.

“He had the strength to pick up one of the heavy posts of the porch.  Holding it under his armpit like a lance, but with both hands, he charged madly the rocking house with the force of a battering-ram, bursting open the door and rushing in, headlong, over our prostrate bodies.  I and the General picking ourselves up, bolted out together, without looking round once till we got across the road.  Then, clinging to each other, we beheld the house change suddenly into a heap of formless rubbish behind the back of a man, who staggered towards us bearing the form of a woman clasped in his arms.  Her long black hair hung nearly to his feet.  He laid her down reverently on the heaving earth, and the moonlight shone on her closed eyes.

“Senores, we mounted with difficulty.  Our horses getting up plunged madly, held by the soldiers who had come running from all sides.  Nobody thought of catching Gaspar Ruiz then.  The eyes of men and animals shone with wild fear.  My general approached Gaspar Ruiz, who stood motionless as a statue above the girl.  He let himself be shaken by the shoulder without detaching his eyes from her face.