"If so, they will soon have it," said Tim, quickly. "Don Miguel is going to send three thousand men this day to finish off these savages."
"Ah, that is something like!" said Philip, approvingly; "there will be some chance of relieving the city with that force. I am glad Don Miguel has matters now in his own hands."
"So am I. He'll end the war in no time. I say, Philip, lend me the yacht."
"What for? You are not going to Janjalla again?"
"No! I'm going further south. That is, I'm sending Peter with despatches."
"Where to?"
"Truxillo! He can send off my telegrams from there. Lend me the yacht, Philip, and I'll love you for ever more."
"Oh, take her, by all means; but I hope she won't be smashed up by the warships of Xuarez."
"He's only got one now," replied Tim, coolly; "and she'll have her hands full looking after the torpederas."
"I forgot that! It's a good idea, Tim! Get all the news together you can, and Peter shall go out with The Bohemian to-night, both of them in charge of Benker."