"Oh, you would make peace. The Junta fears the result of an appeal to arms."
"Carajo, no!" cried Garibay, clapping his hand to his sword. "The Junta fears nothing; much less the rebel Xuarez."
"Beware, Señor," said Tejada, as several of his officers muttered angrily; "I cannot protect you, if thus you speak of our honoured President."
"President!" cried Rafael, in a rage.
"Yes; the President of Cholacaca."
"Don Francisco Gomez is President?"
"By the will of the aristocrats," said Don José fiercely; "but Don Hypolito Xuarez is President by the will of the people."
"Enough of this," exclaimed the Intendante, waving his hand; "we are here under a flag of truce. Even you, Señor, must respect that. We will deliver our message to Xuarez, and depart unharmed."
"That is as Don Hypolito wills it."
"Your pardon, Señor," interposed Philip, taking off his yachting cap; "this is an English vessel, and as such you dare not seize her."