"Dios! That is not wise. The sinking of The Pizarro will frighten them without risking two hundred lives. However, as it is ordered, it must be done. But you, Don Juan! Will you go?"
"Assuredly, mi amigo. I wish to see the Señor Correspondent and Felipe."
"But you will be killed."
"That is as it may be. But no, Rafael. I did not escape the perils of Totatzine to fall in a skirmish before the walls of Janjalla. But see, mi amigo, it is nearly dawn, let us snatch a few hours' sleep."
"Bueno!" replied Rafael, leading the way to his cabin; "but first we must call our friends together, and toast our victory once more."
It was done accordingly.
CHAPTER XIII.
WITHOUT THE WALLS.
Walls of stone like mountains rise,
Grey against the morning skies;
Still the royal banner flies,