"What?"
"It's a coincidence, anyhow, Jack. I told you I knew about Don Hypolito."
"You did."
"Have you seen the evening papers?"
"No; I was too excited at the idea of meeting you fellows to bother about reading."
"You are an ignorant person. While you've been fast in coming here, the telegraph's been faster. From all accounts, there's going to be a shindy in Cholacaca."
"Dolores!" gasped Jack, turning pale.
"Oh, you needn't be distressful," said Fletcher, hastily; "there's nothing much up as yet. I saw the telegram myself this morning. Don Hypolito has left Tlatonac, and gone to that other town—what d'ye call it? 'Tis on the tip of my tongue."
"Acauhtzin."
"Yes, that's the name. 'Tis said he's trying to stir up a row; but there's no news of any consequence, at all!"