When the horse was quieted, Jim was cooled down to his normal temperature, and he told his comrades of his attack upon the Sea Eagle and how it had turned out.
"Senor Darlington," said the Spaniard impressively, "I will take off my hat to you. You are a natural General. Take my advice, my friend, and go to Spain. There you might head a revolution and in time rise to high mark."
"I appreciate your praise deeply, Senor Sebastian," responded Jim, "but my own country, Senor, I could not leave it for another."
"Right, Senor," replied the Spaniard, "you have the true spirit."
"Which way will she turn, do you suppose?" asked Jo, pointing to the vessel that was moving steadily out on the Pacific in a straight line from the shore.
"To the North, doubtless," replied the Spaniard.
"Wherever she goes we must find her out," said Jim, with grim determination.
"I wish we could follow them," sighed Jo. "If we could only hire a boat."
"They have our money," replied Jim, briefly.
"I had forgotten that," said Jo, and his face showed his disappointment.