"And Xuarez is a great man," scoffed Tim, wiping the blood from his face.
"Well," retorted Philip, viciously, "he's not responsible for this mob."
"When we return," swore Rafael, who stood near him, "we will level those walls with the sand."
By this time the yacht had passed out of the harbour, and was steaming between the two war-ships. Don Alonzo began to recover his courage.
"Thanks to the Holy Virgin, we are all safe, Señores," he said, in a trembling voice. "The Junta will bitterly resent this insult shown to the Intendante of Xicotencatl."
Philip looked around with an alarmed expression of countenance.
"Where's Jack?"
"Jack!" cried Tim, in a stentorian voice.
There was no answer.
"Señor Juan was with me," said Rafael, quickly, "but I lost him from my side outside the gate."