"Twenty miles," cried Philip, settling himself in his saddle. "We can do that easily. Hurrah!"
"Provided we don't fall into the hands of the Indians," said Jack, sagely.
As for Don Sebastian, he turned round and shook his fist at Janjalla.
"Carajo!"
CHAPTER III.
THE FLIGHT TO TLATONAC.
Boot and saddle, away! away!
We must be far e'er the breaking of day.
The standard is down,
The foe's in the town,
Forbidding us longer to stay, to stay.