"But not the whole population of Cholacaca," said Duval, significantly.
"That is no matter. The Government hold Tlatonac, and, therefore, has all the power in its own hands. Acauhtzin! a mere village, whose adherence can do Xuarez no good."
"But if it comes to war?"
"It will not come to war, Señor Corresponsal. The fleet have gone to Acauhtzin to arrest Xuarez, and bring him here for trial."
"They won't do that easily."
Don Miguel laughed in a saturnine sort of manner, and pulled his moustache savagely.
"And why not, Señor?" said he slowly. "I think three war-ships, manned by brave men, are more than sufficient to arrest one traitor."
"That's so," replied Jack, dropping into Americanese, "if you can trust their crews."
"My son, Don Rafael, commands The Pizarro," he said, gravely. "The Government can trust him and his crew, if no others."
"'One swallow doesn't make a summer,' Don Miguel. That's an English proverb."