"And so you ought to be, you little monster," said Tim, quickly. "It's time you were married."
"Well, then, why don't you set the example?"
"It's easy talking! I have no one to love me."
"Journalism is a jealous mistress," observed Philip, laughing. "Tim is devoted to 'Articles from a Special Correspondent.'"
"True for you," replied Tim, complacently; "but my occupation's gone. Didn't I send my last article about 'The Fall of Acauhtzin' from Janjalla? and isn't the war over?"
"The war is certainly over!" said Jack, lighting a cigarette; "but the danger of another war is not yet past."
"What do you mean, Jack?"
"Don Hypolito still lives; and while he lives, the Republic is not safe."
"Still lives!" echoed Philip, in surprise. "Why, Jack, I don't see how you can make that out. He was not found on the field of battle, nor in Janjalla, nor in Acauhtzin. He must be dead!"
"No; Don Hypolito is not the man to die so easily. Where he is, I do not know, but I am certain he is yet alive."