"It will be a more difficult task to crush him by land, especially as Don Francisco is so dilatory."
"Don Francisco! Don Francisco!" cried Rafael, stamping his foot with rage. "He is not fit to be President. Through him have we lost Janjalla. Even my father, who was his firm supporter, has turned against him."
"What do you say, Rafael?"
"I cannot tell you yet; but there will be a stormy meeting of the Junta to-morrow."
"You are going to depose Don Francisco."
"It's not improbable."
"More trouble," said Tim, reflectively. "There will be three Presidents shortly. Don Francisco, Don Hypolito, and—Don Miguel!"
"No more, mi amigo," said Rafael, doubtful even in his own house. "It is dangerous to speak like that—as yet."
He added the last words significantly, and turned away. Jack was saying good night to Dolores, as he was quite worn out, and wanted to get back to his own house for a good night's rest.
"Dolores," he whispered, as he held her hand; "you have yet the opal?"