’Named after her,’ one of them said. ’She’s big enough to sink the whole of the rest of their fleet, and that’s where the trouble comes in. The fleet is loyal to the President just now, but he’s in a terrible funk lest the crew he is sending to England to bring her here alter their minds. If they do, they can make cat’s-meat of the rest, and then old Canilla’s up a tree, for he can’t scotch a revolution in the provinces to north and south of him, unless he holds command of the sea and prevents them joining forces. ’When’s this revolution to start?’ we asked rather chaffingly. ’To-morrow at 1.25 sharp. That’s the official time for the funeral service to end, and till then Canilla and de Costa will be friends. To-morrow night there won’t be a single friend of the Vice-President in Santa Cruz, unless he’s shot or in San Sebastian. De Costa himself won’t be in Santa Cruz either, unless he’s shot or arrested as he leaves the cathedral. He’ll be off to his own province of Leon. Now you can guess why we’re glad to see you.’ ’I’m jolly glad we didn’t stay to finish that footer match,’ the Angel sang out, as they took their leave. ’We’re going to have some jolly fun, ain’t we, Bob?’ ’D’you know a chap called Gerald Wilson, a brother of mine?’ I asked one of them, a very fat chap, whose name was Macdonald. ’A chap with yellow hair something like mine and a jaw like an ox.’ ’Know him!’ he answered quickly; ’’pon my word, I’ve been looking at you and wondering whom you were like. Why, you’re as like as two peas, though he’s a bit broader and taller.’ ’Do we know Gerald Wilson? Don Geraldio? Why, my dear chap, every one knows your brother,’ the other Englishman joined in. ’He’s the maddest chap in the country, and if our Minister doesn’t get him out of it pretty quickly, he’ll get his throat cut.’ ’Or be a general in the revolutionary army,’ Macdonald added. ’He’s right "in" with the de Costas.’ Well, that was exciting if you like—to me, but the mater would be awfully upset if she knew—poor old mater. ’Where’s he now?’ I asked excitedly. ’I’ve not seen him for five years.’ ’Up in Santa Cruz, he lives at the European Club,’ Macdonald answered. Then an idea struck him, and he continued, ’Some of your people are going up to the funeral. If you like to go, I’ll take you; get ashore to-morrow morning by 6.30. I’m driving up. The funeral will be worth seeing, even if you hadn’t your brother up there. I’ll find him for you.’ ’Thank you very much, I’ll try and get leave,’ I told him, as he went down into his boat. ’You can bring a couple of your midshipmen if you like,’ he shouted up. I was so excited I hardly knew what to think or do, it was so worrying about Gerald, from the mater’s point of view, and so splendid from mine.