"Oh, Galveston, Galveston!" the Colonel said in despair, "that city which the General has sworn never to surrender!"
After a moment's silence, the Colonel mounted his horse.
"Let me go," he said; "I must immediately impart these frightful news to the Governor."
"Go, my friend," the Jaguar answered affectionately; "but, remember, that you will find me at the Fort of the Point."
"We are accursed!" the Colonel cried wildly, and burying his spurs in the sides of his horse, which snorted with pain, he started at full gallop.
"Poor friend!" the Jaguar muttered sadly, as he looked after him, "The news has quite upset him."
After this reflection, the young man mounted and went back to the fort, which he reached about half an hour later.