Oñate

Onate maintained, on the other hand, that their prisoner was worth more to them alive than dead.

Colonel Onate leaned forward and whispered something to General Carlo, who shook his head and frowned.

On Colonel Onate's face was a haggard look of fear—surely it was fear—that lifted in relief at the young man's brave challenge.

Onate was plainly puzzled at the summons to attend the governor, and mixed with his perplexity was a very evident anxiety.