It was General Yozarro, who, catching the panic, whipped out his white silken handkerchief, and standing within arm’s length of his prisoner, excitedly fluttered it aloft.
“Cease firing!” commanded Major Starland; “they have surrendered!”
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The notice was in the nick of time. The gun on the yacht was loaded and trained again, and, had it been fired, would have played the mischief on the Atlamalcan boat.
Captain Winton began edging the Warrenia toward the other, with the purpose of running alongside and receiving its submission. Reading his intention, Major Starland called:
“Don’t do that! You can’t trust these scoundrels! They will board!”
“That’s what we want ’em to do!” called back the captain.