And so it was. At the moment when he went down the mountain, Antonio found himself attacked by the outposts of the dwarfs' army. Fu-fei pointed out the company of the terrible arrows, and the Aragonese destroyed it by shots from his gun and blows with his cutlass.
"There is our king!" cried Fu-fei, pointing to a little dwarf who was scarcely sixteen inches in height.
"Then I will talk things over with your king immediately."
And, gently taking hold of him by the neck so as not to hurt him, he put the king in his pocket. Arriving at an oak-tree which would be about two yards high, and sitting down in the shade, he took the king out of his pocket and said:
"Where are the prisoners? Either give them back to me or this is the moment when you lose your position, your crown, and your life."
The dwarf king answered in Spanish that he would give the prisoners up and whatever they might wish in exchange for his liberty! And so our hero with his two dwarfs under his arm walked on to Dwarftown, as the town was called. Once inside he put the king on the ground in order to recover all his dignity, and the monarch ordered the Spanish prisoners to be set free.
When the latter recognised their liberator, they did not know what to do to show their gratitude.
"Don't you know how?" asked Antonio. "Well, take me to Manila, for I am in a hurry."
"But," answered the captain, "would you go away from this island without carrying off any diamonds?"
"Where are they?" asked the Aragonese.