A low murmur of dismay ran through the lines. Calamity after calamity seemed to be falling on the heads of the Government. Suddenly a man rode through the gate at full speed, and pulling up his horse on its haunches, as he faced the party, made the same inquiry as had the officer.
"Janjalla," cried Don Miguel Maraquando.
Jack uttered the same reply.
"Janjalla has fallen!"
CHAPTER IV.
EXIT DON FRANCISCO GOMEZ.
Depart, incapable!
You are no pilot to be at the helm when the ship is in danger;
The vessel of state labours in the turmoil of troublous waters,
Rocks this side, that side, she is drifting to leeward, shoals threaten her stout timbers.
Round her rage the tempests which would sink her in waves of blood;