The Man and His Kingdom by E. Phillips Oppenheim

It was an odd turn of the tables, but a complete one. For the moment Dene certainly held the whole party at his mercy. Sagasta's companions had one and all thrown down their weapons when they had rushed forward to hold and bind Rimarez. Sagasta himself was, or appeared to be, unarmed. Dene, with a revolver in each hand, stood at a convenient distance from the little group, too far away to be rushed, too near for any chance of missing his mark should he fire. In the momentary confusion Rimarez wrestled himself free from his captors and made his way to Dene's side. He stood there, a trembling, shrunken figure--even Dene looked at him in contempt.

Sagasta's face was as black as night, but neither he nor any of the others stirred from their places. The long-delayed breeze from the ocean below crept up and shook the leaves of the trees around them. From the cornfield came floating up the whirr of the distant reaping-machines.