"No reinforcements have arrived, Jack."
"And Philip?"
"Philip!" said Tim, in alarm. "Was he with the reinforcements? God be gracious to me. Not a man has arrived. When did they leave Tlatonac?"
"Four days ago."
"Four days! One hundred miles!"
The three friends, amid the tumult around them, with the enemy thundering at the gate, looked at one another in silent dread. Then Jack took off his sombrero.
"Poor Philip!" he said, solemnly. "I was afraid of those Indians. Oh, my poor friend!"
END OF VOL. II.
Transcriber's Note:
Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note.