"In that case, Señor, a few shots will send her to the bottom, as she approaches Tlatonac. Don Hypolito will suspect treachery and fire on the ship." "He dare not fire on the opal banner, Señor." "I wouldn't trust him. He's a scoundrel," retorted Jack, savagely. "Besides, war is proclaimed, and Xuarez won't want any messages of peace." "Señor Maraquando," said Philip, gravely, "I think it will be best to approach Acauhtzin under the English flag. When Don Alonzo delivers the message of the Junta, we can hoist the opal banner." "I will speak to his Excellency on the subject, Don Felipe," replied Maraquando, a trifle haughtily, feeling rather nettled at the implied hint of the opal banner being treated with disrespect. "Meanwhile, you will be ready to start at noon." "Yes, Señor; at noon precisely." "Bueno! His Excellency and the Junta will be at the sea-gate to see you depart." After this, the three Englishmen bowed, and departed to get themselves ready for the journey to Acauhtzin. "I say, Philip! You rather put the old gentleman's back up!" "Oh, confound it. I don't want _The Bohemian_ split up into matchwood. Xuarez will fire on the opal flag; but he'll think twice before he insults the Union Jack." "Let him try," said Tim, grimly; "and if I'm not kicking my heels at the bottom of the sea, I'll wire to London about the insult, and bring the British navy like hornets about his ears. Come, John, my boy! Wake up! We're going to bring back your darling." "That is if we can get her from Xuarez," said Jack gloomily; "but I'm terribly afraid. If any harm has happened to her, I'll kill him. By gad, I'll choke the life out of him." "I'll help you, Jack," said Philip, earnestly, for his blood boiled at the thought of Dolores in the grasp of Xuarez; "but I think you'll find Dolores can look after herself. Besides, Xuarez will be too much afraid of his allies, the Indians, to harm her." "You must change those fine feathers, boys," said Tim, suddenly. "And why?" "Because it will never do to let Don Hypolito know you're in this shindy. Afterwards it doesn't matter; but, with the Union Jack flying, you can't dress as Cholacacan soldiers." "Tim is right," said Jack, after a pause; "we will change our clothes." "But not our intentions, Jack," said Philip, anxious to keep up his friends' spirits. "Dolores or war!" "No," cried Duval, with intense earnestness; "with me it is 'Dolores or death!'" END OF VOL. I. End of Project Gutenberg's The Harlequin Opal, Vol. 1 (of 3), by Fergus Hume