"We're in for it now," said Jack, jubilantly, "hear the war-song!"
A band of young men with torches tramped steadily towards the Square, singing the National Anthem of Tlatonac. Philip caught the last two lines roared triumphantly as they disappeared in the distance:
Red as the sunset the opal is burning,
Red is prophetic of death to our foes.
CHAPTER IX.
THE CALL TO ARMS.
Ta ra ra! Ta ra ra!
The trumpets are blowing,
And thrice hath their brazen notes pealed.
To battle! to battle the soldiers are going,
To conquer or die on the field.